|Stories For Christ||
Someone Tell My Mom,
Where is that light coming from?
It's getting brighter. Why does it keep changing colors? I can hear a siren.
I don't remember if I finished that text to Lauren. I was texting that I was going to be a little late. I remember coming around that curve right before everything suddenly went dark. I remember a crashing sound.
Those lights are getting brighter, but I can't open my eyes. Am I dreaming? Those people are still screaming and now I hear a siren. What's going on? I think there's been a wreck. That would explain why we aren't moving anymore. Someone tell my mom I'll be home late.
The siren has stopped. It must be at the site of the wreck.
I can hear my mom
crying and my dad telling her it will be alright. What will be alright? What is he talking about? Why are my mom and dad here? They weren't invited to the party. Where are my friends? What is that noise? It doesn't sound like music. It sounds like metal being cut.
I never finished that text. Where is my phone? I can feel it with my hand. Why can't I close my hand to pick it up? Something is definitely wrong. Someone tell my mom to stop crying.
That cutting sound has stopped. What was it? I feel someone's arms around me. I'm being picked up. But I can't see him. Why can't I see him?
Someone smells like smoke. Why would a guy pick up a girl when he smells like smoke? He needs to learn about attracting girls. I can't seem to stop him from carrying me. Someone tell my mom I'm sorry.
Now I'm being laid on a straight board. I can feel it on my back. The board is moving. I think it is rolling. What kind of board rolls?
I hear a siren again. I can't see the lights anymore.
Okay, now we are moving again. Who's driving?
We are going really fast. My mom is not going to like this. Someone tell my mom I'm not driving.
We've stopped. I can't hear the siren anymore.
The board I'm on is rolling again. There is a lot of shouting. Someone is shouting a lot of medical terms and giving orders like crazy.
Why is he yelling? People seem to be moving quickly. I wish I could see what 's going on.
Ouch. It feels like needles going into my arms. I don't know where I am. The lights are bright, but they aren't changing colors like the other one. I liked the other lights better. They reminded me of my room when my mom and I painted it. Someone tell my mom I love her.
What is that alarm sounding? Something's pushing on my chest. It doesn't hurt, but I can feel the pressure.
I can't see the lights anymore. The alarm has stopped. I don't feel anything. Someone tell my mom goodbye.