My eyes are close, I can't move no matter how hard I try. All I can't hear is someone quietly sobbing beside me and the steady beat of beeps.
A door opens, footsteps and the sobbing stops.
"I'm sorry, but she's just not going to make it. We've done all we can but nothing can bring her out of this. We can pull the plugs anytime you're ready."
"n-no! NO! She has to make it please! No. no." I can hear her screaming, I'm not sure who it is. I open my eyes only to find myself looking back at myself, motionless in a hospital room. A woman holding me crying and shaking, and a doctor with a sad look on his face.
Am I dead? I can't be. My heart is beating still. Yet here I am outside of my own body looking at myself.
The doctor opens the door and I run out behind him. I can't look at myself anymore. That's not me. I'm not a lifeless, motionless thing in a bed. I'm not the reason for tears or fear. No. I can't be. I won't be.
The hallways are dimly lit, dirty and mouldy. This isn't a hospital.. they're not this disgusting. Where am I?
I can see transparent people walking, or if you can even call it that. They barely lift their feet, move at such slow paces and are slouched over. Their eyes are dark and faces are sagging. Why are they so sad? None of them seem to notice me and I feel like I'm the brightest of them all. I can tell. Obviously these are ghosts of people who passed in this... hospital?
But why am I here if I'm still not dead? Why am I just a ghost before I'm meant to be? Why aren't they noticing me?
I can feel something pulling me, like invisible strings tugging at my limbs. But I don't know why. And the more I stray from my room, the more it pulls. I try to go forwards more and explore. But I'm yanked back with so much force that I'm back in my body, again seeing darkness. I know my body can't move but my, I guess spiritual body, can.
"OH MY GOD! Her hand is moving! Director, nurse someone! She's moving she's coming back. Thank god." I heard that same woman yell. Why is she so loud shut up oh my god.
I hear the hurried steps of people running in. I slowly open my eyes and am blinded by lights.
