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Spending time on the groundThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jeremy Fitzgerald | |
| Wednesday, 14 May 2008 | |
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Spending time on the ground
I lay on the ground, deaf to all emotions but one pain grips me still, strangles me in my attempt to stay alive. I was thinking about getting up of the cold wet earth, when my arm broke and sent me back down to that same earth. My stomach lay on the road as the large piece of metal slowly compresses me into the dirt. I whisper "Why?... Me?....Why?" to myself in my last moments on the ground, I was picked up by someone, a "man in white" he carried me to a softer cement floor and bumped me all the way to heaven. It was bright white and had alot of other people there, I saw my uncle who was recently checked into the hospital for a transplant, I guess he didnt make it, or maybe... I was still alive and people were trying to save me. I didnt know how to explain this cold sweat i had, all the pain in my arm had disappeared just as my vision had a few moments ago. A few seconds of numbness before this bright happy time I call life ends, it felt good, but suddenly the man in white shocked me and the pain returned in a rush. "CLEAR!" he said to the female, as he zapped me again. Why? why was he doing this, why bring all this pain back to me.. He must want me to suffer, I then looked at the doctor with my one open eye and I moved myself to the side to the side, a pad landed on my head and fried my brain, Finally this is over, my suffering is all over. Thoughts of a dead man
Copyright 2008 Jeremy Fitzgerald |
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| Last Updated ( Tuesday, 08 July 2008 ) |
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