kay so for all my amazing readers of telephone pole... heres Out of Body... its deep
oh an if you didnt read telephone pole, heres a link so you can read it...
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kay so here goes...
Out of Body
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I stood up and looked around at the damage. Six cars, mine in the middle of all of them. I must have been thrown out of the car, but I felt fine, why didn’t my plan work?
I surveyed the damage. I walked over to see the condition of my car, what I saw was completely unexpected. I saw myself seat belted in the driver seat, leaning on the steering wheel with blood everywhere. Wait, how was I in there, but out here? Oh, Crap, I think I’ve read about this before, it’s like some kind of out of body near death experience type thing.
There was another woman walking around surveying the damage. She assigned a young boy to call 911. She was walking around to each car inspecting the victims of my crash. I wanted to help, but I couldn’t. She looked like she may have been a nurse or something. She was taking pulses and checking for breathing, to see who needed help ASAP, and who would not make it out anyway, or who had already passed on.
When she got to my car she checked for a pulse, I assumed there was something, because she lingered there before moving on. So I’m not dead?
I walked around the other six cars involved in my suicide wreck.
In one, a mother and her young child, the mother was leaning back, she looked ok, just a few abrasions. The child was screaming, which meant he was still alive, he had to be no more than a few months old.
In another car, a man and his wife, or at least I assumed. The man didn’t look so bad, his wife on the other hand, she looked pretty beat up, the airbag on her side of the car hadn’t worked.
Another car had an elderly woman, she looked unconscious, and it didn’t look like she was breathing. I felt really bad for her, and for her family.
Another car had a young man, probably my age, or a little younger than me. I assumed he was fine because he was crying out for someone to go help him.
Seeing all the damage I had just caused hit me hard. I felt so sorry that I did this now; I just didn’t know how to cope with the whole Derek situation. I was so sorry.
I heard the sirens coming and soon enough I saw the flashing lights. The ambulances, fire trucks, and policemen pulled up and got out of their cars. They started asking the witnesses questions.
The nurse lady showed the EMT’s, I hate EMT’s, after Derek, to where the people who needed the most help were. She distinguished between the dead, the alive, and the barely alive. When she pointed to me it was for barely alive. I screamed out, “I’m ALIVE! I’m just not over there right now.” nobody heard me; I was like a ghost, or an astral projection of myself.
The officials took pictures of the crash and moved the critical to the ambulances to transfer them to the hospital.
I winced when they put me on the stretcher, I didn’t feel any pain, but I felt like I was being pulled away.
I blinked my eyes and I was no longer at the scene of the accident, I was sitting in the Ambulance with the EMT’s working to revive me. Wait, I don’t know if I want to be revived. Stop it! No, I don’t want to come back. I just want to stay or well go move on to the next life, I don’t want this one anymore. They continued to work to restore my life, and it continued to not work.
We arrived at the hospital and they wheeled my body into the Emergency Room. I didn’t want to go with them so I tried to stay in the waiting room. It didn’t work because I blinked again and I was gone, I mean I wasn’t in the hospital anymore, everything was just black.
