Everything went black, the bright vivid colors and images from before, sank into the empty space. A warm blanket was pressed up against my skin. Beep...beep...beep. Everything around was just one blurred mess. My eyelids felt so heavy, and trying to keep them open was hard. Just when I thought things were coming into focus, I would see black then colors then black again, over and over and over. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I could feel people touching me I could almost hear things but everything sounded muffled like they were talking in a pillow or something. I couldn’t remember anything, my head throbbing with pain it was so hard to think straight. Every muscle in my body was aching and tight. I looked around the big room, not sure where I was; but I felt like I recognized it or at least saw pictures of it. The room was filled with beautiful paintings and art, an entire wall was just a window; I could look down and see the lights of the city rising up into the sky. I looked a little to my left and saw a boy laying by me. I laid my head back on the pillow. It was nice and quiet, and peaceful. Darkness filled the room except for a little light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. I guessed that everyone had left. I wondered who this boy was. What had happened? Why was he here? Why is he in the same room as me? I couldn’t remember anything. Where even was I? I am fairly certain I was in a dream but I’m not sure. I’m not sure about anything. Tears started to well up in eyes, a single tear escaping and running down my cheek. The silence was broken. I could now here footsteps walking toward my room. Who is it? What do they want? The door slowly creeping open, a women stood there wearing white coat and her hair pulled back into a messy b...
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...d have some quiet and absorb everything that had happened. A couple of hours later April came back into my room, I was still really confused and a little bit scared. The doctors put me in wheelchair so we walked around the hospital.
“Why can’t I wake up already?” I muttered.
“What do you mean?” She asked confused.
“Well im just in a dream, I just want up from this dream and go back home.”
“No...yo...you...your not in a dream your in reality.”She stammered while looking down at me with a very puzzled face.
I cuffed my hands over my face. I had to be in a dream. I NEVER got in a car crash, as they say. I was terrified. I didn’t know where I was, or I thought I did but now April is saying I’m not in a dream so where am I? I couldn’t help crying, the tears just came.
“April,” I looked into her big blue eyes. “help me.” I whispered.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
I thought I was going to leave empty handed until I spotted the stack of boxes in the far left corner. There was a small wooden box on the top labeled David Walker with black sharpie. This is it. I thought. I sprinted out of the attic holding the box in one hand and the ladder in the other. Out of breath, I plopped down onto my bed, sitting with my legs crossed and the box out in front of me. Answers… Please give me answers. I thought as I opened the box. Inside held a picture of a man with dark skin and short black hair. I assumed this was my father. In his arms was my mother. They were both smiling uncontrollably as if it was the best day of their lives. What went wrong… I thought. Underneath was a black journal, tied shut with a thick string. I lifted it out of the box, untied the string, and began to read the
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
“Sit down” the cop said to my father, as my father sat down on the curb of the street. People surrounding the seen trying to figure out ( why?, who?, when?). I told myself this wasn’t happening that this was all dream, when i walked out to see my dad in handcuffs. I was really worried on what was about to happen but, more so my mom she was tearing
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
I felt terrible. My head wouldn't let up, every broken bone or bruise in my body seemed to be on fire, and I was extremely dizzy, even though I was just sitting. And I really, really wanted some water, but the kitchen was too far away.
I smiled at her and got up in and saw my entire friends surrounded by bed. They all got me get well cards and gifts. I said thank you. Then our parents came in and hugged us and talked to us. The doctor said that Audrey and I both needed two more days of healing. I asked the doctor if Landon was found but they didn’t find him. Then before I slept that night I thought that I was a little bit happy on that “forest trip” because I got a new friend and learned how to believe and not give up.
Darkness that’s all I see, I float unknowingly in this darkness. The last vivid thing in my memory is running to get to my college campus from my car, I was extremely happy that I recently got my license to be able to drive anywhere I wanted to. The excitement made me forget about the car speeding towards me, I herd a loud car horn and immediately after, pain rapidly coarse through my entire body. I remembered hearing screams and sirens before I shut my eyes while saying “I hope the next life is more interesting than this one”, with that I breathed my final breath. I eventually woke up here and I have been floating in this sea of darkness like a piece from a shipwreck. My senses seemingly shut off except for my eyes which only can see darkness.
I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g...
My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults.
I looked over at Ami and wiped away some stagnant tears with the backside of my wrist, but she said nothing. The nurse came back in holding a white hospital band which she fastened to my left wrist. Then finally introduced herself to me as Katie.
got in the car, and went to visit her. Being as it was a very large hospital,
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
Oh Sh*t! The door slams shut in my face, and suddenly I am stuck in a tight, dark room, where I can’t even move my arms to be able to scratch my nose. It feels as if I have been buried alive, as if I am stuck in a coffin. Every second goes by painfully, seconds feel like hours, and minute’s feel like days.