Red and blue ablaze in the chaos of death. Frantic voices with urgent questions. My mother's body was hauled onto a stretcher, her mouth lolling eerily from side to side. I was rushed into the back of the ambulance with her.
The paramedics were attempting to revive her of what miniscule life she may still have. There were arguements of wheather to use the AED Monitor. I, however, tuned it out and starred at my mother. All I was able to choke out was, "...dead. She's dead."
Suddenly, I saw her as if I'd never seen her before. Brown curls were hanging loosely on her limp head. Her lips were a paled pink. While her cheeks were grey but otherwise smooth and blemishless. This was the face of a complete stranger. Of the sixteen years I'd known her, I never knew her. I had gotten to know her hatred and cruelty yet never her joy and kindness. Had she ever harbored any good? Any sanity?
I was snapped back to reality when an oxygen bag was shoved into her throat. The paramedic pumped air into her for nearly five minutes, rhythmic with her rising and falling chest. There was a dulled hum that blared in my ears. I knew what it meant. She was gone, and I had no hope of ever getting to know her joy or kindness.
"C'mon! C'mon... Joe get the AED Monitor. NOW!"
A trainee paramedic, that was scribbling all the medical details down on a notebook, looked up panicked but eager to be apart of it all. He rolled over the machine that I guessed was the AED Monitor. Plugging it in, he handed the paddles to the real paramedic.
"Thirty-three, three-hundred, sir!"
The paramedic unbuttoned my mother's shirt as well as her bra, revealing her left breast. I didn't know if I should have starred but I couldn't look away from the shocks that ran savagely through her heart.
Over and over, "Clear. Clear! Clear..." was all that was heard. I was in a daze. A whirl of red and blue, a nauseation, and a flush of my face.
The last thing I saw was my mother's face, grey and unawakening. The haunting of that dulled hum was climaxing in my ears. When I shut my eyes from the chaos of death, I had no idea.
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A Color With Love
Dla nastolatkówSofie Anne Martez was not born into love. She had to earn it, to a very high price. Her mother, an alcoholic with a rather abusive nature, committed suicide. And no, she can't go running to her dad because thanks again to her mother, he's dead. She'...
