Mom died the same way. She saved some child from a drunk truck driver, recklessly going past the urban speed limit. She was sent to the hospital and never woke up again. Somehow, I recall the accident, though not fully clear, with my own very eyes.
This made Dad depressed for a couple of weeks, usually calling the doctor for a constant checkup. His heart hurt both physically and mentally. He tried to go to sleep more often, because the horror wouldn't let him. He looked like he hasn't slept for a month. The doctor, knowing all of this, suggested he should take a change of pace, mix things up a little. We moved to this town.
The act of heroism my mom bragged out still resonates from her grave. I think highly of it, though.
Yet I have put myself in the same life endangering scenario. What a coincidence. I followed my mother's steps. My nerves can only stimulate my thoughts. There was no pain to be felt. I couldn't move a muscle.
Then, I asked myself. Did I jump in to save her or avoid living in this nightmare? And was it really worth it? Did she even survive that impact? Did I survive it?
I feel nothing; it's useless. I'm gonna die now as it is. I watch the stars unfold into constellations as I close my eyes.
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She heard about him. She felt a strange feeling in her gut. He sat there, getting himself back together. She started to weep, hugging him as he took a long, long slumber.
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Coincidences
Fiksi RemajaMartin Turner just moved to a calm beach town. He has this phenomenon we call coincidence and can't seem to get a hold of it. Then he meets Zoey, a lovingly cute girl, who moves in the same time as he did. Follow Martin and Zoey and read about their...
