Coma.

I wanted it.

I've wanted it so long; to feel the paralysis seep through my muscles, freezing every nerve, pausing all movement as if I had become wrapped by a cement body-cast. To have my mind engulfed in darkness, that cold arms slithering around it and claiming it as it's own, welcoming me into a world beyond this one... one I could have only ever dreamed of.

It would allow for those mere large, small dreams to become my reality, taking me away from this hurtful and judgmental world. To take away the reek of posh and cruelty from my body to be replaced with roses and freshly cut grass after an April shower.

To be accepted for who I am, never enduring the wrongful gossip from curled lips nor the piercing stares. Changing myself would not be mandatory to survive around a bunch of blood thirsty sharks, starving for fresh meat.

So as I come to think with a hard heat pounding down on my skin, soaking into my sweater to hide the scars on the surface...

Maybe a Coma wouldn't be such a bad thing...