Run While You Can(Editing)

Chapter Ten

•Chapter Ten•

I woke up in a hospital bed, and a blinding white light shined directly into my eyes. My vision wasn't as blurry as it before. I tried sitting up, but my whole body ached in pain.

"Jamie." My mom said. She sounded as though she was crying. She reached out and held my hand. "The doctor said that you may have only minutes left." she began sobbing.

Minutes? Left to live. There's so much I still want to do with my life, that I will never be able to do. Like get married. Raise a family. Go to comic con.

"You know. I should of left your father years ago. We should of." she sobbed. " But not once will I ever regret having you."

I felt horrible. She did everything for me. And all I did for her was get myself killed.

"I should've stayed home." I whispered.

I ached in pain, and it felt like I had the weight of the world hanging on my shoulders.

My mom squeezed my hand. "I love you" She said as she kissed my forehand like she did when I was a little girl as if I was going to sleep. An endless sleep.

"I don't want to go." Tears began running from my green eyes like a faucet dripping water nonstop.

"Honey. Everyone has to go eventually. This is just your time."

"But why. I didn't do anything." I whispered.

My mom let out a slight laugh. "Its just life. Some peoples go on till their old, and others end theirs when their rather young."

I sat still in the bed,knowing that at any minute I will die.

"Is he dead?" I whispered referring to my father. My mom nodded. I pictured back to the cuts and slashes across my body.

I could feel my eyelids starting to drop. "Be careful." I said to her.

Careful.

Above all things, I feel utterly horrible for my mom, she went through everything for me, having a lunatic husband and then having him murder her daughter. But the thing that I will never know, is why. Why did he murder me. I'm his daughter. I know he said that it's fun.but why? He,still had a heart left in him.

I looked around the room, taking my last glance at life, and my last breathe of air. Darkness began filling my eyesight. I could still hear my mother slightly. She was yelling for a doctor. I could hear her screaming and sobbing. Then I couldn't hear anymore. Couldn't see anymore. And there was no more pain. All I saw was darkness, trapping me like I was a caged animal.

Is this what it feels like to be dead?