Today’s Wordy Wednesday is a very special one for myself, it is a short story my youngest sister wrote for a school assessment in English. Now, my sister at the start of the year wasn’t really looking forward to English, didn’t think she was competent enough, but now English is one of her better subjects and she is enjoying it much more than she thought she would.
My sister read this to me over the phone and I loved it so much I asked her to please send it to me and allow me to post it for Wordy Wednesday. I really was quite impressed with it and as she read to me I felt like I would cry. Well done! Thanks, sis, for allowing me to post this and thank you for a great short story. Keep up the good work and who knows, I could be interviewing you later down the line 🙂
It was cold and I don’t know how or why I’m standing here in the dark, I have my pyjamas on and I don’t know how I got outside. It’s like I’ve been released from my own body, I try to think but I can’t, it’s like I have no control over the way I feel or my own actions, the only thing going through my mind is where the hell am I, and why are people not able to see or hear me?
I try and think back to when I was feeling better before I was in hospital and how that felt, I was fine, I was healthy, and I was a high profile model.
That all went out the window when I was walking through the streets of Miami with my loving and caring boyfriend Trae. I’ve been with Trae since I was 16 and now 26 I’m still as happy with him as I was 10 years ago.
I always thought that our relationship was way too good to be true, he treated me like I was the only thing that mattered to him.
I was walking through the main drag in Miami and someone yelled out, “Hey look, it’s that stupid uptight model bitch from Australia!”
I turned around to find Trae running over to me, he was yelling at me but I didn’t understand what he was saying. Wait, I’m not even sure if he was saying anything to me. I couldn’t hear anything except for my heart beating rapidly fast. I was scared. No wait, terrified. I was trembling, I felt my hands and they were sweating. Why was this happening to me? Why do people think so low of me? Why? Why? Why? was all that was going through my mind.
I felt something sudden hit my chest, it was like an instant reaction to drop to the floor, I looked down at my body gasping for air, I could see blood just rushing out. Had someone shot me? Am I going to die? Where is Trae?
I closed my eyes, I closed them for what felt like just a second but I wouldn’t know, all I could hear was Trae fighting with the doctor in shear concern, “Is my girlfriend ever coming out of a coma?”
That’s when I knew that I was going and never coming back.
I could hear the machines beeping and then it went silent, no beeping, no hearing Trae, I couldn’t even hear myself think or breathe.
I wish that the people who did this to me could feel the confusion and self doubt that I feel upon myself.
I laid there wishing to myself that just maybe someone out there could help me achieve this goal. I wonder to myself how or if I will ever make these people feel the way I want them to.
I could hear Trae again.
“Oh if you could just wake up now I would do anything for you, I hate seeing you suffer like this, I hate the thought of loosing you, I hate to think of letting you go and not being able to tell you how much I love you or need you.”
It went silent, I wanted to tell Trae that I could hear him but no words were coming out, this truly became my worst nightmare. Then I heard a deep voice saying to Trae, “Mate I think it’s time to put the life support machine on, there is no way that she will ever come out of this a coma.”
It sounded as if Trae hated that thought as he sat there saying, “One more chance, she can pull through, she can’t leave me, no she just can’t.”
It went silent in the room and it felt as if I didn’t have to do anything for myself, I wonder if this is because they have put me on the life support machine.
I hear this unfamiliar but soothing voice say, “Hello I’m here to help you, I heard that you wanted people to feel the way you want them to. Well Trae, he feels your pain and sufferance but I will try my best to make the people who shot you feel the pain and sufferance that you feel, I will get back to you.”
That’s when I knew that I had been shot and that someone is going to help me, but will that person ever come back?
I could hear a lot of voices saying, “Good bye”
I thought to myself why are they saying that?
Who are they saying that to?
Why is there so many people coming into me individually and saying that to me?
I know I’m dying but I can’t go now, that unfamiliar person needs to come back to me I need to know what is going on.
It went silent and then this was it, the moment when I knew it was over, the moment I never wanted to come.
“I don’t want to let this happen sweet heart, you mean the world to me and so much more I wish that nether of us had to go through this, I wish that this wasn’t the end…..
Goodbye for now……
I will make sure nothing changes, and that you will never be forgotten.
I love you and I always will.”
It went silent and all that I heard was a never lasting, unbreakable BEEP………
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine and a cold icy kiss touch my lips and that’s when I knew I was gone….
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