First of all the link to the song 'Keep Breathing' by Ingrid Michaelson:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fORAPkfVV_A
Let's go! ;-)
Keep Breathing
I look around. There is pitch- black darkness all around me, wherever I look. I wonder where I am and what happened. There are no memories about anything left in my head.
Suddenly blue and red flashlights appear everywhere in the darkness. Hands come from all sides, touching my face, shaking my arms, gapping for my wrists. And then, out of nowhere I hear loud and scary voices screaming in the darkness. One of them shouts:
“KATIE?! Oh my God, Katie!! Is she okay?! What happened to her? What happened to my girlfriend? For God’s sake, talk to me!! KAAATIIIE!”
It sounds familiar to me, but I just could not remember why or to whom it belongs. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids seem just too heavy to lift them. All I want to do is sink and drown in this quiet big wave of sleep whick comes over me immediately. I don’t see any reason to fight it and slowly I drift away. The last thing I hear is the familiar voice in the dark, screaming my name desperately in the distance.
Storm is coming, but I don’t mind.
People are dying, I close my blinds.
It feels like ten minutes later when I wake up again. Still I feel heavy and tired, so damn tired.
All that I know is I’m breathing now.
Out of the darkness around me is this familiar voice again.
‘’I’m sorry, Katie. Everything is going to be okay, alright darling? Can you hear me? You have to wake up, my love. Just keep breathing!”
Suddenly there is a second voice, comforting the first one.
“It wasn’t your fault, Davis. It was an accident. That truck came out of nowhere. You had no chance to avoid. I know my sister, she will be fine. Won’t you, Katie?”
I try to remember all the things the two voices are talking about, but whenever I am close to catch a thought it slips away. I want to change this whole situation.
I want to change the world…Instead I sleep.
Someone squeezes my hand. I barely feel it. It seems like my hand is no part of my body. All I can think is: Davis. I know this name, I know this voice. I know, there are memories about him deep inside my damaged head. The second voice, obviously belonging to my sister, talked about an accident. What accident is she talking about?!, I ask myself. I don’t know. I feel someone pecking my forehead. “I believe in you, Katie. I believe in us”, the Davis- voice says.
I want to believe in more than you and me.
Slowly I space out again…
Abrupt I wake up, heavily breathing. I don’t know for how long I passed out.
But all that I know is I’m breathing.
The memories about me, about Davis, about the accident, they hit me like a lightning.
We both drove in his new car on our way to my parent’s house. We wanted to tell them, that we are engaged and that we want to marry. He was so nervous and I were so excited to finally tell my parents. And then suddenly this truck appeared. I remember hearing its horn, ringing loud and reedy in my ears. After that there is nothing but darkness.
I must be in a bad fettle. I must be in a coma, not even able to move one single finger. Panic starts to come up my throat. I hear loud beeps beneath my left ear. It has to be the sound of the ECG- monitoring, which shows my fast heartbeat.
“DOCTOR! DOCTOR!! Something’s happening with Katie! Help!”, I hear Davis scream, his voice full of panic. Someone starts to hold my hand, I can feel it. It’s him, I know it. Another voice, the doctor’s I guess, says: “This is a good sign. Maybe she can hear us. Maybe she is going to wake up soon.”
Davis squeezes my fingers carefully. “Do you hear me, babe? If so, squeeze my hand.
By sheer force of will I make it to twitch my little finger. Davis starts to kiss my whole face. I can feel his tears, on my cheeks, on my chin. “You are coming back!”, he sobs into my ear. “You are coming back to me!”
“Yes of course I do. I will always come back.” I think.
And all I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.
