Remember Me

Remember Me             

I slowly opened one eye.  The sun was creeping through a crack in the space where the curtains met each other in front of the window.  I stretched my arms way above my head and let out a loud yawn.  I jumped out of bed, eager to get to school. It was the last day until summer break. I couldn’t wait to spend the long summer days at the pool in the warm sun.  I quickly changed into my favorite outfit and rushed down the stairs.  I could smell the strong scent of pancakes and bacon.  I sat down at the kitchen counter.  My dad was sitting on the chair in the living room.  He was lounged back, drinking his coffee, and reading the newspaper. It was just like every other morning.  He tipped his glasses on his nose and looked at me over the newspaper.

“How’s my darling girl?” he asked without any hesitation.

“I’m great actually,” I  replied.

“Do you need me to drive you to school? I am always willing to drop you off myself,” he jokingly insisted.

“I’m alright. Thanks for the offer, though. I can drive myself.” I said, grinning back at him.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.  The birds were chirping; the sun was shining.  I got into the driver’s seat. I immediately put on sunglasses to block out the blinding sun.  I slowly backed out of the driveway. I had four minutes to get to school.  I also lived on the other side of the city.  My school has several hundred kids there.  That means that a couple hundred teenagers will be pulling into the parking lot between eight o’clock and a quarter after eight.  If I don’t hurry, I could possibly get stuck in traffic.  Then, I would be incredibly late for first hour.  I stomped on the gas.  I had to speed and hope that the police wouldn’t be out this early.  I didn’t even think about checking my speed.  It wouldn’t make a difference anyway.  If the police pick me up, at least I have an excuse for being late.  Otherwise, I’ll probably get a detention on the last day of school.  I came into town. Two minutes left to spare.  I came speeding around the corner.

Then, everything went black.  My head jerked to one side.  It felt like an explosion hit me.  My shoulder slammed into the passenger window.  My whole body rolled into the back seat.  I hit the ground.  I felt like I had been snapped in two.  I screamed out in pain.  I couldn’t feel most of my body; it had all gone numb.  My eyes were nearly swollen shut.  I heard crying and yelling on my right side.  A deep voice praying to God was whispering in my ear.  A breeze blew by.  I definitely wasn’t in my car anymore.  Instantly, everything turned white; it all went silent.  Not a single scream or cry could be heard.  It was peaceful.  I had no doubt that I was in Heaven.  Two flashes covered my eyes as I jerked them open.  The screaming continued, and the cries went on.  I opened my eyes to see a dark red liquid dripping from my hair.  My leg was nearly split in half.  I struggled to catch my breathe.

“Call 911! Hurry!” A voice insisted. I knew it was coming from somewhere near, but it sounded like a mile away through my ringing ears.

“Talk to me, please! Say something,” someone said into my ear, but I couldn’t.

My mouth opens, and I force air out, but no words come with it.  I try so hard; I just can’t.  I struggle to take a breathe.  As I gasp for air, I roll onto my stomach.  I begin to hear someone cry when I flip over.  I didn’t know what it was though.  A pain shot through my upper body.  I knew my back hurt, but everything else did too, so it didn’t make a difference.  Everyone was yelling at me not to move.  I continued to just stare at the sky.  I could feel a pool of blood around me, and I was already very light headed from all the missing blood.  All of a sudden, I heard sirens coming up next to me quickly.  Everything after that happened in a big rush.  It was all so silent.  It didn’t take long before I was already at the hospital.  My mom ran up next to me.  She was sobbing; I could barely understand what she was saying.  The doctors told her over and over to calm down, but it scared her that I was so calm.  

“Ma’am, please move out of the way,” a doctor urged her on.

They quickly rolled me into room with no hesitation.  The door was shut behind us, leaving my mom crying with her hands against the glass.  She hit a fist against the glass in frustration.  Then, she slowly slid her back down the door until she was completely on the ground with her hands covering her face.  I knew my mom well enough to know that she was praying as much as she can.  It’s what she always believed in and taught me from a young age that if you pray to God, he will make all things right and whatever happens is for a reason.  I had to keep telling myself that.  It was just so hard.  I could feel myself breathing heavier and heavier.  There were nearly ten doctors in the room quickly working to save my life.  I knew though that there was nothing they could do.  I could hear the singing of angels all around me.  The sun creeped through into the room lighting it up with joy.  Music played loudly.  Suddenly, nothing hurt anymore.  I could still vaguely see the hospital room.  My mom was standing by my bedside.

“Trust me, it’s okay to leave now,” my mother leaned down and whispered into my ear.

A tear hit my cheek.  I gave her a reassuring smile back and one last hug.

“Just promise me that you will remember me until I see you again,” I whispered as I gently closed both eyes and took my last breathe.