Dear Diary,
It's starless night , the sky is covered with only a matt black canvas. The chilly wind of the night invaded my room, wintry air swirling through my open window. I could feel the harsh bites of the wind against my skin, left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on my arms. It's November after all.
It is funny, how I can probably write novels describing tonight's iciness. Though, couldn't find a single word to say when it happened. My throat was left empty, even a scream couldn't seem to come out.
They say that your whole life flashes before your eyes the second before you die. Never truly believed in it, I mean there won't be enough time for me to actually see my entire life, or that's what I thought.
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I stood there Paralyzed in fear as I saw the car flashing headlights swarmed over the darkened street, swerving toward me. The squealing sound of the tires getting louder and closer, time seemed to slow down. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, could hear my heartbeats getting fiercer, stronger and faster. I screamed, cried for help but nothing came out, I mentally tried to wake myself but nothing seemed to move me. My body was trapped, frozen with fear, unable to move.
At this point, I realized that I was about to die, and that's when my whole life flashed before my eyes.
I was looking into my 6 years old sweet brown chocolate eyes that were melting at the slightest bit of hope, peeking at adults from the shelter stairs, praying for the warmth of being in a family.
The pain shot through my body as I recall the blow against the dirt, rocky asphalt as the 8 years old me getting thrown out by a middle-aged lady, for not being able to do my job right.
I took the view of my skinny bonnie body shivering as Georgia reaching her hand up to me, "Hey, little one, What's your name?" I could hear her soft silvery voice calling me.
I saw my first cat, Leo, as Dayton was handing me a month old kitten for my first birthday with a real family.
I watched my 9-year-old crying me as Georgia was cleaning my wounded dirty knee and Dayton lifting a Huffy Disney Princess Bike with Front Small Basket off the grass.
My memory kept on coming one after the other, giving me flashbacks from my life, flooding through my eyes with the hope to be able to have another chance to make more of them. It came to a stop when I felt a sudden strong impact against my weak frozen body, shoving me away.
loud piercing noise filled the air, I waited for the unbearable pain to devour me, for the darkness to engulf me. Yet, I felt nothing, the pain never came, my brain still conscious. Opening my eyes slowly, lifting my head up the world seemed to spin around me as I attempted to comprehend what happened.
Everything came to a halt, time seemed to pause. any walker turned and stared at me, people came out of their stores keeping their gaze on me. Wait... no, they weren't looking at me, they were staring at whatever was behind me. Once I saw what happened, I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't make sense of it.
He was grotesque. The blood flowed thickly from his body, under the last rays of the late afternoon sun fell slanting against his lifeless figure.
The dark red blood makes its way out of his body, his skin took on the pallor of a corpse. My vision becomes blurrier as his red shirt turns darker and all I can see is the scarlet blood that once flowed through his veins. Each drop of blood slowly takes away the life in him, leaving him pale and weak.
I found myself running to his side, blood gushes from his wounds. I instantly pressed against his head, my hand was shaking so badly, the blood flowed thickly over my fingers, cold.
"No," I whispered, holding his hands , feeling the blood soaking my shirt.
People ran toward us, surrounding the dreadful scene with a horrifying look on their faces. It became a stage scene for any passing by, the stop watching what happened, waiting for the next scene to take place.
"HELP!!! " I cried for anyone, "Please, anyone Ples-" I pleaded. His hand was getting colder, his facing getting paler.
"Hang in there, the ambulance on its way" a middle age man bent over saying, as he starts checking his pulse. I was holding tight on his other hand as if I am holding into his life.
I am not sure how many minutes passed until I hear a siren, breaking through the crowd. The ambulance came with an aggressive driving audacity that makes everyone know the siren wasn't a polite request to move. The flashing red and blue lights parted the crowd. it is mere existence manifest the unfortunate, the sight that causes people to pray regardless of religion.
Everything after that went by swiftly. A doctor jumped off the ambulance with two more nurses, making their way toward us. checking Out his pulse, studying the damage that happened, pulling him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance, I found myself backing off, staring as I watched the life drain out of my savor's eyes.
A pair of strong hands pulled me back out of my shock. A black haired Asian looking woman started checking my cuts that I haven't realized I had. She examined my bruised arm, I couldn't keep track of what she was doing as my eyes caught a silver headphone beats laying near the sidewalk. My mind shut itself as I pushed the nurse's hands and running toward it.
Seeing him strapped into the stretcher, I knew it was just the beginning. I sat on the crisp white sheets that crinkled beneath me I clung to them like I would to the lifeless body before me. The drips and beds rattled as the van sped off to the hospital.
I knew my head should hurt but I couldn't feel it. The nurse had her hands on me checking me, but I couldn't feel that either. I couldn't feel anything except wetness on my cheeks, tears kept on falling as if I was holding on a thin rod trying to keep it from breaking, but I let go and it came all crashing down. I couldn't stop myself anymore.
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I was staring blindly at the waterfall, beautiful scenery picture hung on the white spotless wall. Across from me was a square glass coffee table holding health magazines. Underneath it was a gray and white striped black carpet, a television hung in one corner displaying boring commercials. sitting on a gray shirt zoned out, tension and anxiety slowly sneaked in with every passing second, build up in me making it harder to breathe as I stared blankly. Fear and panic began filling my mind, eating me alive.
12:30am
I can hear a woman crying over the phone sitting across me in the waiting room, delivering the unfortunate news to whoever the on other side.
1:25am
I should call Georgia, she must be worried sick.
2:10am
I can't call her, what would I say? how can I explain this?
2:40am
I could hear familiar footsteps of the nurse running toward the operating room holding a white box.
3:35am
It took so long, What if...? No.. No he will be okay, he will be..... fine.
4:13am
The operation doors swung open doctors came out, followed by nurses pushing a hospital bed where he was laying unconscious. My pulse rate shot up once again, upon realizing what was nearing.
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