wrote on: December 11th, 2008
Confusing crimson
Miranda Smith
(Based off of true events of Kody Kindever)
Like streaming rivers, blood flows down my head, through my hair, over my face, and drenching my clothes.
It’s like nothing is real, and my wounds were all just an illusion.
Was I on a movie set?
Was this really happening to me?
I feel as though my mind has left my body as I lay there unmoving. I can feel myself becoming very cold, but too weak to shiver.
I can see a black tunnel itch its way closer and closer.
Wait, something isn’t right.
I can’t give in.
What happened?
Am I dying?
Why?
I don’t want to go.
It’s not my time!
I remember groaning and twitching my fingers,
Then slowly raising my arms to push up and off the ground.
The black tunnel slowly receded.
I sluggishly ran towards a phone.
My neck felt weird.
I remember feeling for my neck with my hand,
But it seemed like I wasn’t touching anything, like the sensation from when your hand goes numb and you touch it with your other hand.
The black tunnel crept its way back over my eyes,
And my legs were about to give out.
But I don’t want to give in.
Not now.
Not yet.
I reach a payphone.
I stumble in,
And flipped the phone off the receiver,
And dialed those three blessed numbers.
I won’t be alone, help is on the way.
I slump down,
Thanking who ever is up there in the sky.
I’m not dead.
I have survived.
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