70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a van almost hit me, causing me to stop in my tracks as the van screeched to a halt in front of me without hitting me. But it was too late; panic welled into my body, causing my world to turn black. I vaguely heard the man calling after me as everything faded. My eyes twitched as I woke up, feeling a sharp headache. I immediately shot open my eyes, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where am I?” I panicked, standing up. A voice, accompanied by footsteps, echoed through the room. “You’re awake.” I turned my head to see a man in his fifties, around the same age as my father.

My thoughts blurred together, and before I knew it, the darkness swallowed me whole. I wake up in a strange bed, my head pounding like a drum. It took a moment for my foggy brain to catch up. Where am I? I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling before the memories came rushing back. I was at Amy and Ethan’s house. I had drunk way too much last night, trying to drown out the chaos of my life. But the hangover, God, the hangover, was a brutal reminder that I was no longer twenty. Thirty really hits differently.

He peeled my eyes open. “Mommy, it's almost noon. Please wake up!” I gradually opened my eyes at the mention of noon. “Mom, you finally woke up!” He said with a loud voice. I smiled and quickly glanced up at the clock and to my greatest shock, it was indeed 12pm. I let out a low gasp as I quickly sat on the bed. “My love, I had no idea I'll sleep this long. Were you scared?” Nathan nodded his head with pouty lips.

The noise of the helicopter faded into the background as my focus remained on his unmoving form. “Please wake up,” I pleaded silently, feeling the weight of despair and exhaustion squeezing my chest and weakening my body. The sight of him like this made me fear the worst, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. As minutes passed by, I felt myself going back into unconsciousness. I drifted away, and memories of my childhood flooded my mind. I was about eight years old, celebrating my birthday at my grandparents' home. The warm summer sun filtered through the trees, and I was surrounded by loved ones, their faces bright and cheerful.

Then I let out a breath. I said to myself "He is coming back.". The words did not sound very convincing even to me. The grandfather clock just kept ticking. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into waiting. At some point I lay down on the sofa for a minute.. Before I knew it I fell asleep. The thing I knew sunlight was shining on my face. I woke up with a start. My neck hurt my head hurt everything hurt. I sat up quickly. The room spun around me. I said loudly, "What time is it?" My voice sounded rough. I grabbed my phone. Looked at the screen. It was 12:03 PM. I could not believe it. Half the day was already gone.

she continued quietly, “I know you came days ago. But you are still my other half because fifteen years ago the day I first awoke, I met you first. We were together for three years.” “That’s impossible.” My voice cracked, confusion swirling harder. “If we’re to calculate it using my real age… I’m twenty-one. Fifteen years ago I was five. And I was in a coma from five years to eight years old The silence that followed felt endless. For three years?! The question hung in my mind, unanswered, shock and sorrow mixing until my throat ached.

But the way I wanted to. The way I shouldn’t have. The way that still lingered on my lips no matter how hard I tried to forget it. His groin against mine... “No,” I muttered softly against the pillow. “Rachel, stop.” Focus. The company. The deal. The timeline. One year. Just one year. Then I’m gone. I woke up four hours later, disoriented but slightly refreshed. Dinner was ready, apparently. And judging by the table, it was nothing short of extravagant.

I had my life back, piece by piece. The door opened again, more firmly this time, and Richard stepped inside. His expression softened when he saw I was awake. Without saying a word, he crossed the room, slid an arm under my shoulder, and helped me sit up properly. I leaned back against the headboard, letting my body relax while my mind kept racing. It felt like I had just woken up from a two-year coma. “How long have I been out?” I asked quietly, my voice still scratchy from sleep.

I told her with a smirk. "What on earth are you talking about?" she demanded. "Levi just woke up after spending seven years in a coma," I announced, and she looked utterly shocked. "Levi!" she gasped.

people are starting to live by his rule and nobody dares face him nor object.” He said, heaving a sigh of discomfort. “That is a situation at hand.” I said, “Yes, it is but I’m glad you’re back in my arms I really thought you were never going to wake up Even though I never gave up on you I still didn’t believe you were going to wake up.” He said, as he cuddled me more and brought me and held me as if he was never going to let me go ever again. “For how long was I out?” I asked, looking at him as he changed the way he looked at me after the question. “A year, you were out for a whole year and I didn’t know you were going to wake up but I had to try I knew you weren’t going to die, the least