My Short Stories

Six Second Moment

Summary:
I've lived a long life, had many "six second moments".
But you won't remember it anyway. This is just a story you will overlook and forget about within seconds, heh, probably six seconds.

Notes:
Ok, hear me out. I saw a writing prompt saying "write a whole story that takes place in only 5 seconds". And then I got this idea in my head and I couldn't shake it, so here it is. (Also, we're changing it to six seconds because that sounds cooler to me) (and it's my story so leave me alone) (love you all though, yer mum gay lol)

Six seconds.

A lot can happen in a span six seconds. A lot of change, a lot of happiness, a lot of pain, a lot of nothing even. I've lived a long life, had many "six second moments".

As things played out before me, the yelling and cries, all my "six second moments" flashed before my mind.

The six seconds of falling out of that tree when I was seven, it took me only six seconds until I hit the ground with a painful thud. Mother and father were so worried. I cried for so long. It wasn't a far fall, but I remember looking through my stringy back hair at my purple and yellow ankle, tears and snot sliding down my face in globs.

Six seconds of my uncle texting while driving, that go him killed and me put in the hospital for three months with a fractured spine. The glass shattering and clinking on the assault, in my pain filled mind it was a soothing sound that could barely be heard over the blaring of horns and wailing of my uncle's dying cries.

Six seconds of disbelief after getting accepted into the college that my whole family wanted me to get into. Heh, I pissed them all off so bad when I majored in psychology instead of history like they wanted. Eventually though, they were all proud and happy when I became one of the most successful and helpful therapists in the state, helping so may people.

Six seconds of my boyfriend on his knee with a ring in hand for me to realize what he was doing. Then I married the man of my dreams. He always was loyal, caring and always taking care of me. We built a normal, basic and happy life, eventually with two children and a dog.

Everyone has their six seconds. Some don't notice the importance of those seconds, and some don't care.

But everyone has them. I do too. Just like everyone else. I am just an ordinary person, not special in any way, just a drop of water blending in with the rest of the ocean.

Everyone's six seconds are special, from their first to their last, only once they're gone, those seconds mean nothing. They're gone, along with the memory of those seconds.

Everyone is forgotten given enough time. Or only misconceptions are left of them.

I know I'm not a person that is remembered long after I'm gone. When my husband and children, and maybe even grandchildren are gone, there will be nothing left of me.

People won't gather in memory of me, people won't feel grieve in large numbers, and no one will know of my six second moments. I will be gone and that will be that. Just a leaf falling from a tree in an endless forest.

My last six second moment was coming fast. I had no idea, I didn't kiss my husband twice instead of once, I didn't hug my children harder then normal, I didn't give the dog an extra treat or even call any family members. I had no idea this was going happen, so how could I?

It's funny, well almost, but my mother used to tell me, "Six seconds. Only allow six seconds for fear to take over, let it sink in for only six. Then, at seven, be brave."

My last six.

It took me six seconds to realize that it would be my last, and to relax, just accepting it, my last six seconds, my last seconds at all.

End Notes:
So that was it. I had so many different ideas on how I wanted this to turn out, but I'm quite pleased with it in the end. And it's been too lang since I've written first person POV. So I think this was good for me. I have so many other writing prompts saved on my phone that I want to do, so expect more random shit like this.

Anyway, I feel like I should leave you with a moral for this, and, I will.

Don't text and drive, it can take less then six seconds for you to get yourself or others killed.

(And also that life is insignificant in the end, no one really remembers you and life is just a reoccurring of six second moments that will be forgotten and mean nothing.)

Well! Thank you for reading, leave any constructive criticism and or feedback you have. Love ya, bye!