Life as it passes
People who were my so called 'haters' used to warn me that when I died I would have a painful death, watching my life pass me by. I usually replied telling them to f*** off, but now I wished I'd have listened. I was cruel before this all happened to me…before I learned what it ment to be alive.
It was graduation day and excitement seemed to seep from us students filling the air with a buzz. It was a feeling that touched my soul and made me want to explode, only to magically be put back together like a puzzle. The whole day was a blur that only cleared up as we grabbed our stainless cap and gown. Suddenly my heart was hammering in my chest like a drum. As our president recited her speech it only got louder and louder. Yet the louder it got the more it hurt and suddenly the pain seemed to hit me like a wave and it was almost as if all the lights in my world went out.
If you asked anyone there they would have told you that I suddenly just fell as if an invisible foe had drained the life out of me. To me, at that moment, my whole life was flashing before my eyes. Every person I'd met, every memory, every taste of pain and happiness. Just like that I realized why people had that one saying "before you die, your whole life flashes before you." In that instant I wanted to throw my life into slow motion wanting nothing more than to set off my untimely end. And as the blanket of memories began to cover my mind, my every move, I let out a scream. Not a scream of pain or one of horror, no for the first time in my life I screamed for help.
*flashback*
"You can do it Hailey just keep going!" My father had just let go of my princess bike. I wasn't really expecting that so like any other six year old I turned back to yell at him. Not my best idea, since my dad had forgotten to teach me the brakes and well…trees really like to get in my way. As I sat up trying to escape the clutches of my evil bike boy did I see a sight! I mean what 30 year old man can move that fast? It just wasn't normal, if you asked me then it would have been reply the same way it would be now.
My memories blurred as my mind brought up another memory. This time I was twelve and my mom was helping me get ready for my first dance. The dress used to belong to her and let me just say this. My mother has amazing style….and I'm upset with myself because it took me this long to notice. I wish I could just tell her that and thank her for putting up with me. The next thing that happened really surprised me, because I cried. Even though I was pretty sure I was on the brink of death I could feel the tears streaming down my face. Suddenly I was irritated because I knew that those tears would stain my gown. Then I wondered where my cap was hoping no one had stepped on it. They better hoped they hadn't or I was going to kick their-Why would it even matter I was dying anyway?
I was oddly calm even though I was dying-or at least I thought I was. The funny thing is my brother would be so surprised, since I was the "drama queen." A wave of pain washed over me and the tears which had been a stream turned into a roaring river. I couldn't believe everything I'd said to him. I mean he was my only sibling and I acted as if he was my enemy. I was then consumed by guilt but soon my rage overpowered that. And maybe it was that rage that caused it but my eyes flew open. I found myself staring at the washed white ceiling of a hospital.
My whole family and my whole class were standing or kneeling all but five feet from my bed! My mouth opened slower then the rising sun and I uttered all but six words. "Did I get anything on my gown?"