28 April 2012
---Part 2. I am grateful to hear any criticisms to make my writing better (as I know it's far from perfect) and whether this is interesting enough. So comment your opinion. Thanks :) ---
I had no idea where I was, or how long I'd been there. Something was keeping me in the dark, keeping my eyes sealed firmly shut. I could vaguely hear a repeated beep - never a note out of sequence - and muffled voices in the distance. I couldn't move. At all. It was like an invisible barrier was keeping me still. Come to think of it, I couldn't actually feel anything. I was neither hot, nor cold- just some temperature in between. I couldn't feel the soaring pain that had fired through me when the car had hit the tree in the crash. The crash.
Then it clicked. I understood now; I was in hospital. The monotone beeping, the lack of pain. They must have given me some extremely good pain meds to make the excruciating snap I'd felt at my neck go away. Maybe I had been given a really heavy dose of sleeping pills; that's why I felt I was still awake. The thoughts I was thinking were too real to be a dream, right? But I'd never heard of sleep medication that did this though...
There was a slight ringing noise, and then lots of panicked voices came into hearing range. "Arresting. We're gonna need to shock," a female voice screamed.
It hurt my ears. "Keep it down!" I felt like yelling back. And then it came to me. Arresting? And what was needing 'shocked'?
"Are the parents here yet?" a male voice said this time. It was close, almost like it was right next to my face. And were they talking about my parents?
"Her hearts giving out, we need to do it now!" the same female voice cried. Wait wait wait. If they were talking about me, then that meant my heart was giving out!
Suddenly, white light came into my clouded vision. I blinked a few times to clear the haze, and then I saw. Someone was lying on a hospital bed, directly underneath me. It was a girl: her long blonde hair was tangled and matted with blood, blood that was spilling from wounds everywhere. Her face was caked with the stuff, and she was all cut. Her navy blue t-shirt was also covered in blood, and ripped slightly. I had that same t-shirt at home, in fact, I had been wearing it...
She was me. The girl on the bed was me. But how could I be in two places at once? Suddenly, something knowing surged through me. I'd tried to put this conclusion to the back of my mind earlier, but it seemed one of the only reasonable explanations I could come up with. The girl on the bed was me, and she was dying. Her spirit, ghost - whatever it's called - was me. After a numb pain crossed over me, I focused my eyes on my former self, and prepared for what was to come. To watch myself die.
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