Dying For Their Fake Coma

Summary

For three years, I voluntarily erased my existence. I became a ghost before I was even dead.

To pay for the experimental treatments that would wake my family from their comas, I accepted a contract that no sane person would sign. I spent a thousand days living in the subterranean mausoleum of a superstitious billionaire, keeping a silent vigil for his deceased son. I survived on a liquid "purification" diet that stripped the flesh from my bones and turned my blood into sludge.