Whip's Whisper

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    The lights were painfully blinding. I gasped for breaths. A machine began to beep faster and I sat up, ripping the needles from my arm.
  Just then, the door opened and there stood Jennifer. She was dressed in a long white dress that swayed as she came towards me. Her hair was perfectly slicked back with an olive leaf perched onto the side.
She really looked like an angel. She was an angel, the one of my dreams.

    Her smiling face makes me grin. She gets on the bed and holds both of my hands. I feel her warmth throughout my entire body.
"I am so sorry", she says squeezing my hands. She released my hand and held my face, placing a delicate kiss onto my lips. It sent painful shocks throughout my entire body.

"Clear!"

   Suddenly, Jennifer pushed back onto the bed and my body jerks up from an electric shock. I twitched, my eyes widening.
I see men and women dressed in blue and white surrounding me. I continued to gasp from the aftershocks. Was I really dead?

Wow...

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   That experience changed everything. When my mom hugged me, I squeezed her back and sobbed allowing dad's death, Kristen everything to leave my soul. We cried for what felt like hours and it really felt like I got my mom back.
  The boys along with coach and the football and basketball team came to see me.
"Tris my boy", exclaimed Coach in his usual apparel. Basketball shorts and a shirt with some tennis. Lets not forget the hat to cover his balding.
"Tris-dog", Chandler exclaimed and I chuckled sitting up. The cheerleading team also came along and I got a hug and kiss from each of them.
Each
Of
Them.

  On a different day, Sam and Marcus came to visit and by this time my room was filled to the brim with balloons and flowers from friends and admirers. The biggest bouquet came from J which I knew was Jennifer and it was the first thing you noticed coming in.
"Woah, dick must've been extra good", Marcus exclaimed admiring the pile of sunflowers. "This like a grand right here", he baffled.
  Meanwhiles Sam is trying to comfort me, "Is there anything I can get you? Bitches? Tits? Porn? Booze? Plants? More Bitches?" He asked and I declined all of them. Sam sure knows how to cheer up a man.
  Kristen also came to see me. I wasn't happy about it but she and her mom made me a card and brought me flowers. It was such a nice gesture. When she stepped in the room and noticed Jennifer's gift, I could see she didn't want  to give me the flowers anymore.
Everyone came to see me but two important people; Jennifer and my dad. I knew my dad wasn't coming and it would've probably been too suspicious for Jennifer but she let me know that she thought of me. Every week, she would send me a few of those yummy homemade cookies that I loved so much but as she explained on the card that was attached the first time, When discharged, I am to stay far away from her as possible and she is to do the same. It made me depressed and always brought me back to that vision I had.

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   I was released from the hospital the morning of Dad's funeral. I contemplated on not going but in the end, went anyway.
"Mr. Isaacs my husband wasn't a good man, he was the best man", Patrice began wiping her eyes. Tears welled but I kept them from falling. "Whenever I was sad, he always seemed to know what to do to cheer me up. He was the best husband, the best father...and my best friend", she paused then when she opened her mouth to speak again, all that came out was sobs. I stared at the open casket tears falling down my face. I spun around and looked directly at Kristen who was looking down at her hands and sniffling.
I fixed myself rightfully then got up to assist my mother glancing at my father. He looked so fake...like plastic. It didn't even look like him anymore. Marcus came and helped me take my mother to her seat. Her sobs were too violent for one man.