Narrative Essay About The Accident

They think that I can’t hear them. They think that I am brain dead, unconsciously lying on this hard hospital mattress. What they don’t know is that I can hear everything. Every weep, prayer, and every sad word that my wife whispers to me. I long to be able to reach out and grab her hand, to tell her that I am still here, and that everything will be okay. I hear the doctors talking as well, and I feel that my death may be imminent. The accident happened a week ago. It was a Monday morning. I woke up at 6:00 am as usual, followed my normal routine of shower, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and kissing my two-year old goodbye. It was a foggy morning and I was in a daze, thinking about the massive amount of work I had to get done at my boring accounting job that day. All of the spreadsheets, the paperwork, the - BAM! I was so distracted by the thought of work that I didn’t notice the semi-truck that was flying down the highway, right in front of me! I was t-boned on the passenger side of my car, thankfully. If I would have been hit on my

I try to lift my arm, I try to give them some sort of sign that I am still conscious, but my body was still. More than one person enters the room. I can hear one of them crying. I remember those soft sniffles; they are my wife’s, Michelle. I heard them first when we got into our first fight, and they only made me angrier. Now that I’m lying in this hospital bed, I wish I could take back every fight we have had. I wish I would have held her, and wiped away her tears, and I wish I would’ve told her how much I love and appreciate her. I’m fearing that now it’s too late for that. I heard those quiet teats once again when our daughter was born, and they made me feel proud. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to see my little girl again, if I’ll ever get to play another game of hide and seek with her, or read her another bedtime story at night. I hear my wife weep now, and I feel helpless, desperate,