When I wake up

Car Crash

August 3, 2013, the second year of high school.

       My name is Emma, and I'm 17. I drive myself from place to place, but it's not my choice. If I could I would ride around with my parents but they hate me. But that's normal, right? I mean I'm fine with it, but it hurts my feelings. And I hate to drive myself. I mean, at least I think I'm a really good driver. It's just the people around me that can't drive. And that is how this all started. Three days ago I got into a car crash.

      I remember waking up mad that day. I went down stairs and my parents were fighting, again. They were screaming at each other in the kitchen. I tried to go in and get something to eat but mom threw a glass at me and told me to go to school. Then my father got even louder and they both started throwing things a each other. I just walked away from it, there was no use interfering. I got my keys and my book bag and went off. I can remember that there was really bad traffic there was no doubt in my mind that I would be late for school. I was about to make a turn when some guy ran right into me.

       A few minutes later I woke up and I was at the crash since. There must have been 20 cop cars. I didn't have any injuries, and no one seemed to bother with me. I was walking around but no one could see me, like I wasn't even in a crash. It was raining and the water falling felt like it wasn't even touching me, everything was so bright. Except for one thing. It was so dark I couldn't even tell what it was. I assumed it was a body because the paramedics were putting it on to a stretcher. Everyone was in such a rush, and by now the rain had made puddles. I don't know why but I followed the paramedics into the ambulance. In a matter of minutes we were at the hospital. As the paramedics and doctors rushed the body through an already busy hospital, I ran right behind them. Since no one could see me I wasn't going to get in trouble for following them. Someone started telling the doctors information about the person. As the paramedic raddled off info I slowly realized that everything he was saying was about me. Who was this person? Was it me?

      When I came to this realization I fell to my knees. Everything made sense now. Why the people couldn't see me, why all this person's info is the same as mine. I'm having an out of body experience while I'm in a coma. Cool.  I stared at my hands, they looked real, I grabbed my hair, it felt real. As I got up off the ground the people around me were still running. I followed a large group of doctors running in the same direction. They ran into an emergency room with me on the bed. My body was still pitch black, I guess I can't look at myself while in an out of body experience. The head doctor seemed to be preforming some sort of surgery on me. I leaned on the door frame to the room and started to think. When my parents hear the news they'll probably take me off life support. At the same moment I said that in my head, the heart monitor connected to my body began to plummet. Okay, so only happy thoughts or I'll die. Forcing my to be happy, that's so mean. A second latter my mom and dad ran through the doors, screaming something about 'needing to see their baby girl'. They put on a pretty good show. About 13 nurses had to hold my parents back from running into the surgery room, and they explained my injuries to them. All I could think of is how well my parents practiced crying, it looked real. It gets so tiring watching my parents 'cry' so I decided to have a look around the hospital. There were a lot of people just on the edge of dying. They're just laying in their bed waiting until they dye. And to think that's what I look like. As that thought went through my mind, I could see like 20 doctors start running and they were all saying something about a crash cart. It had to be for me. So I started thinking about puppies and everything got a little better. As I was walking I heard every detail of my own accident, all the nurses were talking about it. They all seemed concerned but that's part of their job, I guess.

      Hours passed and they were able to stabilize me, but I was in a deep coma. I stood in the room as they told my parents the news. I was a little funny to see their faces, all troubled and 'sad'. They were trying to act so upset but I knew it was all fake. I started contemplating what their plan was. Would they take a life insurance claim out on me, keep me alive for a week and then pull the plug? Or maybe they'll put poison in my medicine and sue the hospital for money. They could always just pull the plug now, but no. My dad told the doctor they want to keep me on life support. Cool I get to live, for now.