Due to previous confusion - see the bottom of this piece
I can hear distant voices, but I can't see who is talking. I can't see anything, only a slow moving darkness. I know i'm here. I know I'm alive. I'm in a hospital. There's a tube inside me. I can hear the whee-whoop of a machine that's making me breath, and the chi-click of another that is keeping my heart beating.
Mama and Papa are talking somewhere close. Their voices are low and troubled, Mama's is shaking. They're talking about me, about taking the machines away.
Am I better now? Mama will I wake up soon?
I hear the cold voice of a doctor. I know him, and I don't like him; he's the doctor that always Mama cry. He asks if they should terminate.
Terminate what?
Papa says yes.
I feel a soft touch in my palm as mama's damp, trembling hand clasps mine. Am i waking up now?
Two more people enter with slow, tapping feet, and all sounds become alarmingly clear.
What's going on? Why are they so sad?
What's that noise? Mama, Papa?
I hear the whee-whoop being smouthered, and the chi-click being strangled into silence. Papa, what's happening?
No. Don't kill me. I don't want to die. I'm still alive. Please don't kill me.
Please!
No! Papa! Don't let them kill me.
Why is this happening? I don't understand. Don't kill me. Please don't kill me.
Please don't kill me.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
There is a new voice in the room, someone panicking. This voice is breathless, but still sweet.
Stranger, please. Don't let them kill me. I don't want to die.
I'll do anything stranger. Please, save my life.
Save my life...
Save my life.
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Life is a cycle of the past, present, and future. Three things that each decide eachother.
If we have nothing... What then? No past, no future. Not family or friends. No books or toys or stories to tell.
In that first moment we look out from the nothingness that was before. When an entity spends so long waiting to live, it's a terrifying concept that this life can end so easily. So soon we are burdened with a harsh reality and obligation. Breath or die.
Thus we take our first breath, and soar into a world where I am once again alone and naked to the air.
Surrounded by bright lights that make my skull fret to burst. Limbs paralysed, tiny patches attached to my skin that feel like nitrogen, their touch of a thousand needles stabbing over and over again. Nose imploding with the stench of disinfectant and new air, the blinding world that burns through the cores of my eyes.
Where? Why? Nothing makes sense except for the fear. I'm so confused. I can't focus on anything.
All the while my heart is hammering against my ribs, raw oxygen searing my lungs and awakening my body to a deafening pain.
I want to die...
No wonder babies scream when they're born.
Due to previous confusion - About this piece.
The idea of this is that the first part is told by someone who realises they're about to die. The second is a person who realises they're now alive. It deliberately has no italics or speach marks.
My original idea was of a child in a coma, what they're aware of outside it. Then the doctors want to terminate, until a stranger comes along. This stranger is a researcher who knows a way that might save the child.
Parts of it are based on personal experience, others i've made up to fill the gaps.
It's also a way to try and show that there are so many people who want to truely live, whilst so many others want to die. I've just stuck the two together for contrast.
Hope this helps.
