My vision started to clear up as I stepped closer to the crowd, but I still couldn’t recognise their faces. A warm tear burned down the side of my cheek and even though I wasn’t happy I felt a smile forming on my face. I felt really light; like a ghost. There was a twisted feeling inside me. I was excited about something, but I don’t know what it was. Then I had this strange feeling that something was wrong. I wanted to scream on the top of my voice so I could let out the strange feeling and so I did. I was expecting people to come rushing and see what’s wrong, but I don’t think anyone heard me. Everything was so odd here. Why am I here anyway? Where’s my family? What’s going on? I desperately wanted to find out the answer to my question, so I walked out of the room.
‘What’s going on here? Why are we in hospital? Why doesn’t anyone hear me?’
No reply. They really couldn’t hear, but I was yelling. I was really starting to feel like a ghost and it didn’t feel very good at all. This isn’t fair, I thought.
There was a long corridor and people were waiting outside. I recognised them straightaway. My father was walking up and down the corridor and whispering something under his breath. My sisters were clutching each other’s hands with concerned looks on their faces. Others were there too but they weren’t related to us. I couldn’t find my brother but I saw someone else on the floor. His head was down and I couldn’t see his face, but I immediately recognised him. It was Zac, my husband. I ran towards him to see what was wrong.
‘Zac, what’s wrong? Why are we here? Why aren’t you talking to me?’
I was getting frustrated so I started to yell really loud.
‘Zac! Talk to me!’
He looked up. We were staring at each other for a while, until I realised he was looking right through me, at my Dad. He offered a hand, and Zac stood up immediately. That’s when I realised I was a ghost. A free soul. That’s why no one could hear me when I was screaming. That’s why they couldn’t see me come in. It was my body lying in the bed, but my soul was here, next to everyone else.
It felt really creepy. I didn’t know whether I should be laughing or crying. I could go anywhere and do anything without anyone finding. I could live for myself, but for how long? How long was I going to be in this situation, where no one could hear me, no could talk to me, no one could see me. No! I wasn’t going to be happy about this. I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout out. I just wanted to wake up from this horrific nightmare.
The door to the room that I’d just come out from flew open, and a middle-aged women stepped forward holding a baby.
‘Congratulations. It’s a cute, little girl.’ She said with a smile.
That’s when I found out why I was in hospital. I was pregnant, and I’d just given birth. I couldn’t believe it. How come I didn’t know? I ran towards the women to take my baby from her, but she didn’t give me her.
‘Give me my baby!’ I yelled.
I went forward to take my baby off her, but my hands went right through her. I couldn’t help but cry. I cried so much, I felt like I was going to be blind. I fell to the floor and called out for help.
‘God, this isn’t fair. Bring me back to life. I want to hold my baby. Please don’t let me die, for my baby’s sake. God, please! Bring me to life!’
