I'm Never Waking Up (COMPLETE)

Chapter 15~ Home movies

Patience's POV

"Don't listen to him," Damon says walking toward me. His arms reached out, only feet from me.

"I have to wake up," I whisper slowly pulling the trigger. Damon jumps at me as my mother yells. The bullet rushes out of the gun and right into my chest at an angle. Damon had pushed my arm down to where the bullet wouldn't hit my head.

I drop to the floor as blood oozes from my mouth and my vision starts to get spotty. My mother is screaming as she holds me close to her chest. Damon is on the phone yelling and my father is watching as the life fades from my eyes.

He mouths I'm sorry as a single tear makes it way down his left cheek. I wasn't asleep and I wouldn't be waking up. This was the end. This was the end of my story. Dream after dream, lie after lie. This time it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a lie, and I wouldn't be making it out.

My eyes close as I feel my body shutting down. I don't feel any pain. All I feel is regret and sadness for ruining the lives of those around me. I was an only child and I have killed myself. I won't be coming back. I won't wake up. Even though I'm not a doctor the shot I took to the chest would surely leave me as dead as a door knob.

My life flashes before my eyes, as if sitting in a movie theater by yourself. Everything plays on the big screen as you watch. My first steps were the first thing to show. It's as if I'm watching a home movie.

My mother encouraging me to walk to her not even five feet from my small frame. I was in a blue dress and pink shoes. It took place in the living room and from the looks it was Fall. As I took my first step my father walked in watching from afar. As I made my way to my mother her eyes shown with so much happiness and just like that it was on to the next memory.

My third birthday party. I wore a pink dress along with pink slippers and a big white bow. My mother sat the cake in front of me as all my relatives sang me happy birthday. My eyes were wide on the cake until it was time to make a wish, "I wish for puppy," my thoughts tumbled out loud. Again the memory was over and another began.

My first day of homeschool. I was still in my pajamas eating cereal as my mother tried teaching me the alphabet. I picked up a piece of my Cheerios and showed my mother, "o for oh no," my five year old self said as my mother giggles nodding her head.

Another memory whips past, the day I asked to finish my senior year at a public high school. I watched it play out as my mind raced. What happens when the memories are over? Will that be the end?

The memory zooms past to the day Damon knocked me out. Indeed I did end up hitting my head. He was very nice and took me to the nurse. They talked and he took me to his house where Hunter was. The memory was over and another one begins, in the kitchen.

I have the gun to my head as my mother cries and Damon tries to reason with me. My father walks in. I can see behind him. He has his fingers crossed? He starts to speak telling me what he told me before. His hands are shaking as his fingers are crossed. I pull the trigger as Damon hits my arm sending the bullet into my chest. It all happened so slowly that I can see as the bullet leaves the barrel of the gun.

I drop to the floor as my mother scoops me into her arms and sobs. Damon quickly takes out his phone dialing 911 as he yells for an ambulance. My father mouths I'm sorry to me as he drops to his knees. He takes out his gun from his waistband and puts the barrel to his temple, pulling the trigger.

"No! You can't do that!" I yell as the scene unfolds. I'm sobbing and yelling as Damon rushes to my father. He had no chance with that shot. He died on impact. 

No words leave my mouth as the screen goes black. That's the end. I'm never waking up.