~ Measure 6 ~
“Beep… Beep… Beep…”
I opened my eyes to see a bright white light above me.
Am I dead…?
“Emily,” a deep voice whispered, “Hold on. You’re going to be fine. Just hold on. Please…”
I sat myself up and looked around. I was in the hospital. My mom was there, so was my dad. But Cameron and Hannah were nowhere to be found. My mom was in the corner, her hands folded together, praying. My dad was facing the doctor as he said, “She’s going to be fine, right doc?”
The doctor nodded.
“She should. We’re just running a few more tests to make sure she’s not worse than estimated.”
“Hey!” I said, “I’m right here! See, I’m okay!”
No one moved. No one blinked. It’s as if they couldn’t hear me.
I got up from the table and walked to the doors. Inside was an operating room, and on the table… was me.
“No,” I whispered, backing away, “Am I dying?”
“No, Emily, you’ll be just fine.”
My dad was beside of me, holding my hand.
“But, dad, how can you hear me? I’m a ghost.” I said.
“For now,” he replied. And then he smiled.
I looked back to the operating table. This time, instead of seeing me, I saw my dad.
“No, daddy, what are you doing?” I cried.
“Wake up, Emily.” he said.
“No, daddy, don’t leave.”
I watched as the image of him faded.
“Wake up, Emily.” he whispered, “Wake up…”
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Breaking Emily
Teen FictionEmily Ashton's father walked out on her when she was six years old. He packed up everything, walked down the driveway, and never looked back. Ten years later, Emily's grown into a beautiful flower with one dream: To play the piano. Everything comes...
