My eyes burned.
All I can see is pure white. Where am I? Why do I feel so good that I distinctly remember I have been through an accident? The worse, I’m not wearing the clothes I wear during the party. White dress—you serious? I wore this kind way back third grade.
When my eyes adjust, I find out that I’m staring at the light bulb. Then I also realize that I’m lying on the floor. Hey, am I supposed to be in the hospital bed?
I walk around the hospital, finding some signs of my family or relatives or friends.
Strange.
Nobody seems to notice me. Maybe I’m dead. A soul. Or in coma, people in the movies experienced that, right? So let’s say I’m currently in a coma. The only thing to do now is to find my body. If I try to ask the nurse, they won’t certainly answer me, therefore I should be independent of searching my physical self.
I stare at every name beside the doors of every room. No indications, still.
When I am about to sit down on the floor, a doctor yells as he goes out the elevator. “We need a nurse at the E.R.!” Two nurses from the lounge run toward the doctor and get inside the elevator.
God, possibly that’s me. Hope not.
Due to my anxiety, I join them inside.
Outside, lots of people are driving crazy. This is the emergency room, as the doctor said before. I continue following them. They run, I run.
But I stop as I see my mom and my best friend Katie crying. Katie hugs mom while whispering something in her ear. Mom is red. Her face is press on Katie’s shoulder.
“I’m so sorry.” Katie apologizes. “I shouldn’t let her go home by herself.”
“Don’t be, Katie.” Mom says. “She will survive. Doctors and nurses do everything they can to recover her. Hailey will be fine.”
There’s no way I could get inside the operating room. Instead, I wait outside beside my mom while staring at her and Katie being overcome my mixed of hope and melancholy.
My eyes begin to be watery, too—presumably because I am worried for myself. What am I suppose to do? I am all alone. I’m not prepared for this circumstance. Perhaps I should organize myself strappingly in taking my punishments in purgatory and find the flight of steps on the road to heaven.
The doctor comes out minutes later. Mom hurriedly approaches him and asks about me.
“Sorry,” he says. “11:58, time of her death.”
God, the darkest thirty minutes of my life—I mean, the end of my life.
Katie hugs mom more tightly as she and mom burst into tears. Mom bawls worse than a newborn baby. I never have seen her like that.
Dad.
I thought of him. Time zones suck. I don’t know if it’s day or night in England. I’m only sure that he doesn’t know I died.
Seeing my mom and best friend cry makes me cry, too. I howl as loud as I can. Pretty sure nobody can hear and care me. Despite my death, I think of what should my life would be if it wasn’t taken before time. I won’t ever experience prom—possibly if I could attend there as a ghost. The other thing that make my sob harder when I realize that I’m not given a chance to see my family complete again for the last five years.
Wait, does Brad know what am I going on through now? Is he still in the party? I can’t see him here. But I know he will appear in a minute when he hears the news. I assure.
This despair colonizes me. I never experience this kind of sadness. It hurts more than the divorce of my parents and imagining Brad is breaking up or leaving me behind. Those struggles are pieces of cake compare to this, because it feels like it all happened and gone in same time.
I don’t have any idea where to go or what to do. But I want abscond to this grief in the rear. I stand up from my sit and loneliness and run away with no direction heading through.
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The Reasons Behind Everything
Teen FictionAfter a terrifying car accident, Hailey Johnson began encountering images of her past—memories that became meaningful in her life and revelations that she hope she knew before it's too late. For forty touching and heartbreaking days, Hail...
