As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by darkness.
'The Hell? The lights are usually on ... They must be off.' I stretched my arms out to reach the lamp above me. They unexpectedly hit something flat. I tried to get up but then hit my head.
'Retard,' I told myself.
"¡Hola! ¿Hay alguien ahí!" ("Hello! Is someone there!") I yelled. No response. I pushed the roof of whatever I was in up to try to open it. It wouldn't open. I pushed again but with greater force. Failure. I then started to panic.
"¡Ayuda! Por favor, alguien ayudarme!" ("Help! Please, someone help me!") I hollered. I then started to suffocate. I began gasping for air and moving violently. I hoped that I could move whatever I was in but it wouldn't. Like if I was buried or something. It then hit me.
'Oh God! I'm in my coffin!' I then started to feel weak.
'No! I can't die! I can't! Not now!' My weak feeling then started to get weaker. So weak that I started to feel sleepy.
'No! No! Don't die!'
"¡No!" ("No!") I screamed. I was back in the hospital drenched with sweat all over my gown and gasping for air. A group of doctors then came storming inside my room. One of them placed an oxygen mask on me. I then started inhaling and exhaling fast. An other doctor was rubbing my back.
"Relájate," ("Relax,") he said. I then started to breath in and out slowly.
'It was just a dream,' I thought to myself as I relaxed. I then tasted something nasty in my throat.
'Oh no!' I quickly took off the mask and vomited on the floor. The doctor who gave me the mask quickly reached in his pocket and gave me a plastic bag. I started vomiting inside the bag. I then stopped a minute later.
"Lo siento," ("I'm sorry,") I told the doctor who was rubbing my back as I gave him the disgusting bag.
"Está bien. Podemos conseguir a alguien para limpiar esto por favor?" ("It's okay. Can we get somebody to clean this up please?") He asked the other doctors. I then laid down against the pillow and faced the ticking clock. 6:37, great. I have to wait about two hours till my mother gets here.
"¿Hay algo que te gustaría?" ("Is there anything you would like?") A nurse who I burly noticed asked me.
"No, gracias," ("No, thanks,") I replied. She nodded and left followed by everybody else, leaving me to the sound of the ticking clock. I stared at it, watching as every second of my life pass by. At times I would hope that the clock would rewind. Rewind so I could have more time. More time to be with my family. More time to love them. More time for hope.
I chuckled. Foolish me. It's all over. No more hope. No more love. No more living. My time is up. Death is by my side. It's ready to take over me. For me to be its slave, for eternity. But how does dieing feel? I then remembered my dream, about me chocking. Not being able to breath. Then feeling so weak. So weak that I felt sleepy. Is dieing like that? Do you feel like sleeping as it happens? Or is it painful? Is it so painful that your begging for your life to end already?
'Snap out of it. Don't let it get to you.' I then closed my eyes and started to cry.
YOU ARE READING
Deadly Secrets
AdventureMeet Kevin Galo, a Salvadorian cancer surviver from Santa Ana. He was diagnosed with the disease at age two. Ever since then he described his life miserable. His father is a chemist and tried many years to cure his son's disease. He accidentally cha...
