Some Short Story

'A running dream'

A loud rumbling noise jolted me awake. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes expecting the delicate, soft sunshine to glint through my window. Instead it was almost pitch black. I peeked over my book shelf to see what all the noise was, for it was only five in the morning. It was raining, no downpouring. The window was blurry but I could clearly make out the faint streaks of rigged light outside. Just lightning, I though. I slipped on my clothes, hastily shutting off my now blaring alarm, hoping to not wake my sisters. I rushed downstairs, pouring myself a bowl of cheap brand, fruit crisps cereal. I wolfed the sugary substance down, drinking the now fruit flavored milk. I slipped upstairs to brush my teeth, my hair and to get dressed in my usual wear, a dark green and light brown plaid tee-shirt with a maroon sweatshirt and jeans, just jeans. I threw on my beat up whitestar sneakers. I grabbed my army bag (from my dad before he died in World War Two.  A while ago.)  and threw it in my dark blue truck. My pocket vibrated and I opened it to find my it was my phone buzzing, with my friend Kylie's face on it.
"Hey dude. Can you pick me up?  My parents have already bailed and I can't walk, I just got my perm."
I rolled my eyes back.
" Ky. I'm already late as is, don't put this on me."
I heard her start to whimper on the other line. I goddamn hate it when she cries.
"Hush hush. I'll be there in ten."  I annoyedly stated, turning my sound on. Happy birthday to me.
I hopped in the front seat feeling the myself squish down into the leather, which wasn't as comfortable as it had been in Montana. Here in Louisiana, it's always muggy and smells like swamp. I turned on the radio as the wind started hailing rain at my window. I should have stopped... but I was already running late to school, now Ky would be too. I really can't be late today. The scout I tried so hard to come to the indoor track meet today would be coming. This is my chance. Or there might have to be more, because if I miss a class I'll get detention, detention, no track. No track, no  scholarship. I sped up in desperation. Over the roar of the engine and the wind I barley hear Ky's ringtone go off. I looked down for one second. Just one second.

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I hate hospital smell. I've been here at least a month because they can't seem to decide wether I'm going to walk again or not. The crash should have killed me. But lucky me (hint my sarcasm) I lived and death took Jenson Mulls life instead. I'm sure his cat will miss him dearly. I still can move my legs. I can't move my left arm either but that's because it's in a cast. I still feel wet from the rain and blood of that morning. My sister, the youngest, sat in my mothers lap drooling. My mother didn't look much different. I was so done with just lying here not able to sleep. Not able to anything accept blink and think about what I'm missing. Kylie still hasn't visited. I did hear that her parents got divorced. Finally. I miss my life.

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Few more days went by. The doctors in their stunningly white, plain lab coats and light blue with a hint of grey scrubs. The stared at me Solemnly, and I started to panic. My stats spiked and one of them calmed me down. Or was it my mother? I expected the worse. There's nothing to do but think in here.
"Mr. Virle-"
"Just call me Nick."
"Sure. We have come to inform you that your legs are in horrible shape. But salvageable. It will require intense surgery. We have to inform you it might not come through positively. Or go through at all. We have to get consent from your mot-"
"Shut up and let's do this thing. I turned 18 in this hospital a month ago when I was sleeping. I can make my own decisions." I cut him off again, staring, not at his eyes but his strangely shaped nose. It was the only thing to keep my from bawling.

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Bring it on bring it on bring it on. I thought in my head. They wouldn't let me eat before the surgery which is usually my comfort system. I clenched the hospital's bedside as my mother kissed my forehead. They shoved me into the brightest, yet darkest room I've ever been in. Then I was breathing heavily, into some mask. Then it became literally dark.

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There was a flashlight shining right in my eyes. I seemed to be stuck somewhere.
"Come on son, you know you don't want to stay down there."
Down there?
I felt his finger tips touch mine. It was warm here. It was light and airy. I felt like I was an un-melting snowflake. I grabbed his hand. He started pulling me from something stick and heavy. But then it started pulled me back in. Slowly. Faster. Stronger.
"Dad. Help!" I croaked
"Not your time my boy. Go back." He said as he let go of my hand.
"NO!" I shrieked sinking back into the darkness. Feeling as though I'd wet my pants from my spine, and in the act of looking down. I realized nothing was there.
I want to go back to my father.

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I woke up to another bright light but this one faded quickly as I try to fall back asleep. Dammit, I'm not dead. I roll my legs up to my chest and hug them tight, falling back into my deep sleep.

Oh my gods I'm sorry that ending was complete sh_t. I thought of the beginning, it was pretty good, I though at least. But yeah hope you've enjoyed that bit for now. Thanks for reading!