“Breaking news! Two person car crash, one dead, the other seriously injured.” … “Shayna!” I called as I rushed to her side. There was no response. “Open your eyes, please Shayna, say something.” I felt the rain starting to drizzle on my face, stinging my eyes. There she was, my dream, laying lifelessly on the bed surrounded by flashing lights, the only thing I could hear was the constant beep of the heart monitor. The sound was comforting in a way, it assured me that my dream could still be alive, that it was still a reality. “Mr Gores, Doctor Haimes would like to speak with you now.” I turned to face him, wiping a hand over my face, my heart bursting out of my chest. “Mr Gores, I’m sorry about your wife. We need to get down to more practical …show more content…
My dream was the sandcastle that we’d built together, now washed away except for the one pillar with the ring, the hope that the sandcastle would survive. But, even the last fragment eventually disappears. The sandcastle could be built again, …show more content…
There was still time to make this gut-wrenching choice. Maybe if I kept the life support on, she’d wake up in less than a year? Then we could rebuild our sandcastle and I would make sure that she got to do most of it. But would it really be worth it? What if she stayed in this eternal sleep until the kiss of death woke her? Then our sandcastle would be gone, forever. If death took her, then I concluded, that her life would no longer be mine but her name would forever be pierced on my heart. I’m sure that there are other girls like her in the world. My scarred heart would heal and I would move on, after all they do say that time heals all wounds. This decision would be the death of me and I only had a few hours left to make it. I hated playing with my dream. 40 agonising minutes later, Doctor Haimes returned, bringing his trail of death with him. “Have you made your decision, Mr Gores? I’m sorry to be rushing you for such an intense matter but this needs to done.” Shayna’s life belonged to me before, it belonged to me now, and I was not going to let anyone else have it. “I have made my decision.” … “Update! Two person car crash, both victims
She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.
It really broke me inside when I read this story’s ending. I think she shouldn't have given up on her
“Her sleep like an untamed good object, like a soul in a body.” The eloquent and careful description of the daughter sleeping makes each and every person who reads this story feel connected to the scene. The comparison to a soul in a body shows the love behind the mother’s words. That even her daughter sleeping can be such a beautiful, angelic thing in her eyes. Through the description, the author makes the picture perfectly clear, and not just the scene, but what she thinks of her daughter. Since the author describes her daughter in such an angelic way, the love and affection that the mother has for her daughter is unquestionable.
The diffused light became a blinding glare as Toni swam back to the surface of reality. Her head felt as if it were being pounded with a sledgehammer. There was a thick silence around her, broken only by a steady beeping sound in the background. She vaguely felt numerous tubes and needles poking into her body.
After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man
The darkness of the night is punctured by the headlights of the car. I look to my left and Violet is driving the car. I drove that day, I’ll never forget. I try to reach out for her, but I can never get to her in time. I stare straight ahead and prepare for what’s coming. To think I could prepare to be jerked through the windshield. Our car crashes the one approaching us from the other lane. I get up and run to Violet. I tell her I’m sorry. I tell her it’ll be alright. Sshe tells me to take good care of Azure. The night is only lit by the flashing emergency lights, which seemed to make Violet’s bloodstains pink and my tears appear white. Her blue eyes fade to gray and her soul leaves her body. It’s all my fault.
I sit in front of Sarah, a body covered in a large yellow sheet. I asked her Why Sarah? Why? I knew in my head she was not going to answer this, but my heart was still convinced that we could have one last
Grey lights filled the already cold room. The constant beeps and clicks from the machines against the wall scraped away at the silence that hardened the air. Every once in a while the beeps would get faster, and then fall back down to a steady, rhythmic pace. A small, frail girl lay motionless in the center of a white hospital bed. Her mouth propped slightly open with various tubes running down her throat, and hands connected to the machines through an elaborate arrangement of cords and needles. The warmth had already escaped her body, and to the touch, she was just as cold as the room. Curled up tightly in a chair next to her, I sat patiently and held her cold hand, as I spoke softly into her ear. I never thought I would have ended up here, in a small room with my mom, next to the body of my dying grandma. But I was.
The roaring sound of the clock was not helping either. I felt as if mentally there, wherever I was but, physically I was not. I could here voices, sobbing but I could not open my eyes. “she might not wake up for day or hours” was the last thing I heard before darkness took me away.
“Yeah.” Agent Powell picked up on Roger’s logic turned on its head: ran off with another woman trumps kidnapped. “I’m not in a position to make that call with certainty,” Agent Powell retorted. Roger read his demeanor for veracity.
A thought crossed my mind: I didn't even know if she were still alive. I knew only one thing—which I have learned well by now: Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self.
I opened my eyes to see nurses and doctors around my bedside. The bliss and serenity I had felt in the moments before... seemed to be the contentment they felt at the moment I opened my eyes. I had just survived a "Code
I trembled. Those nightmares appeared in my head. I don't want to go through them once again. As the bus slowly stopped by the side, I jumped off and ran straight forward, only focusing on where I'm going. I can hear footsteps of those leather shoes behind me. The stars started getting lost inside the clouds, only the moon still helping me on my way. Suddenly a piece of rock music float into my ears. I found the bar where the music is from and squeezed in.
When I walked into her room the vibe felt like a punch in the face, it was just awful. The vibe was like a thick fog, clouding up the room with pain and sickness, altering reality. With every step into the room I took the room got darker and greyer. When I saw her, I knew that death was coming for her. She had gone from the beautiful green-eyed blonde I knew to a
I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…