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The constant ringing runs through my ears as the sirens blare out vociferously. All around me is pitch black and cold. My body feels numb yet that doesn't stop me from feeling the hard surface from underneath me...

But in actual fact, it seems as if I'm surrounded by... something heavy? There is no other way to describe it.

It's almost as if the air around me is pushing down; suffocating me, even if my lungs appear to be working...

Then again, would I notice if they stopped functioning? I don't know if I would...

"Code Blue; 45! Hurry up! Get me some medical attention here; now! Move people!"

Oh voices, I can actually hear voices! Even if they do sound so distant and phony...

It's almost as if I'm hearing everything through an old tape recorder, all corroded and inconsistent. I mentally sigh at the irony; my life is like listening to an old tape, all corroded and inconsistent!

I won't lie about it, I know I'm dying. Its quiet a painful death I might add!

My lungs are rising and falling, each time at a slower speed, each time they hit against my broken ribs. The remaining blood seems to be bubbling inside of my young body as the rest oozes out onto the tough ground below. My neck feels twisted, as if I'm an owl...

Surely it doesn't hurt owls this much?

I know I said I wanted to escape from it all yet I didn't envision this. To be honest, I thought I'd be forced into the back of a police car and then I would have been driven home to face my concerned parents...

My parents...

I complained about them all the time, even about the silliest of things! Whenever I got to see them, which was rarely, they always had to dash away immediately for whatever reason concerning their job!

I guess they had such time consuming jobs so that they could support me, so that I could get anything I wanted...

Isn't it paradoxical that all I wanted was for them to spend some time with me, as my parents?

But I barely know my parents at all, I only know about the business man working all the time. I only know about the famous actress travelling from country to country. The more I think about that, the sadder I become...

I wonder how they will react to my death... I'm assuming they will be sad, but will they cry?

Because, if I barely know them ... Then how much do they know me?

"Clear!"

A shockwave travels through me, trying to shock my numb heart. I feel no pain...maybe it's too late?

"Clear!"

Another shockwave, this one being much stronger, passes through my veins as I jolt at the sudden bolt from the blue.

"Come on kid, stay with us! Stay with us!"

But it's no use, I can't reply to him...

I don't have the strength to 'stay with them'! My body is weighing me down and my eyelids are feeling heavier, it's too much hassle to stay awake!

It's too much hassle all together! Nobody's going to miss me, so what's the point?

Yet there has to be a reason to survive! There just has to...

I can't find it though!

I guess I ran away as a call for help...Now the only call for help is 911! What have I got myself into?

Maybe this is all just a dream! I'll wake up tomorrow, in the comfort of my own bed...

In an empty house...

This isn't just a mere dream, my pain is too real! I can't run from it, I can't run from myself...

It's only going to follow me wherever I go!

"Chris?" A high pitched wail echoes around my head as I process its familiarity.

"Shush, Mrs. Thorndyke. Please calm down! You're son has just arrived at the hospital and it's vital that we rush him to intensive care where they will operate on him. Is your husband near?"

"Yeah, he's just gone to get coffee...I'm sorry, intensive care? Surgery? What?"

"We don't have time to talk Mrs. Thorndyke, we need to act now! I can't tell you much at the moment but as soon as I know more, you will know more! Excuse me..."

I can feel the wind rushing past me as I'm rushed down corridors of white. The first thing I notice in the operating room is that there is a tense atmosphere...

Is it just me or is that unsettling?

These people are about to save my life, right?

(3 hours later)

I stand and look at the scene before me... Two parents in the corner of the room, the husband comforting his grief stricken wife!

Every now and then a louder whimper will replace the quiet sniffling emitting from her.

All around the room, people are trying not to stare. Instead they offer sympathetic smiles and continue on with their lives, too caught up in their own tragedies to really care for the saddened parents.

"I...I-I-I can't believe...he's DEAD" She calls out, pain written clearly in her expression and tone!

I desperately want to comfort her...

With that thought in my mind, I walk slowly up to her but she doesn't notice me, I cough trying to gain her attention-or her partner's- but they don't detect my presence...

"Excuse me miss, would you like me to get you anything? Maybe some tissues?" I ask her.

Still she doesn't notice me! But I understand her woe, so I walk up to the tissues and rech out my hand...

...

Did that just happen?

Once again I reach out my hand, about to grab some handkerchiefs yet once again my fingers pass through the thin material...

Surely this is just some trick of the light? Or something?

Unless...

NO!