4 May 2012
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I couldn't put into words what I felt. Part of me knew I was already gone, but that little molecule of life left in me, the little bit that gave me hope that maybe the resuscitation would work, was enough to keep me watching.
I watched as the paddles were placed onto the pale skin of my body's chest, then the lurching of my back as electricity tried to restart my heart.
I thought I might feel something, maybe some strange sensation flowing through me. But, of course, in this non-feeling presence/state, I could feel nothing.
For a moment, the people surrounding my body continued to thump on my chest with there hands. "She's gone, Tom," one woman said, placing a hovering hand over the doctor's (Tom, apparently). Tom continued, though, ignoring the woman beside him. "Let her go. She's gone," The woman said, no sign of emotion in her flat tone.
I wanted to yell at her. This man was trying to save me, and she was telling him to stop. Couldn't she see I was right here, that there was still hope? Of course she couldn't, though, I was just here...halfway. Between what though, I didn't know.
The Doctor stepped away from my body, and stretched awkwardly. "Time of death, eight-thirty-four, AM," he said, and the woman jotted something down onto a file.
Just then, the door to the room burst open. "Where is she?" My mother called frantically. I turned around immediately, and rushed over to my fragile mother. I went to wrap her in an embrace, but I slipped right through her. "I'm here," I whispered, just as she walked through me, and towards the bed which held my body. It was only now I noticed, that in this new form I'd taken, I was slightly transparent. But I pushed this fact to the side for a moment.
"What's wrong with her, why isn't she waking up?" my mother inquired, her voice quivering. Tears streamed down her face and her bottom lip wobbled.
"Your daughter died, Ma'am. I'm so sorry," the Doctor said.
My mother fell to her knees, and let out a pained sob. "Maya," she whispered.
If I'd had a heart, I'm pretty sure it would have broken right then. I felt the sensation you get when your about to cry, but no tears came out, just short exasperated breaths.
"I'm here," I whispered back. Of course, she wouldn't know that, though. I was dead.
Halfway • Opuss № I