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| From the Moment of Impact |
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| Stories > Personal |
| Written by Sherry Schaefer |
| Tuesday, 17 February 2009 17:35 |
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My first thought was... What happened? Be calm, pay attention, get a clue. I briefly opened my eyes, I was positioned on my tummy, the harsh rough texture I felt was the grass I was lying on. I closed my eyes and began to wonder how I had gotten there. What is that? What do I hear? The voice grew louder as he got closer. Another voice sounding faint, from somewhere far from me. The voice grew louder, closer now than before. "Can you hear me? Nod your head if you can hear me." She placed herself nearby to me and asked me for my the phone number. I couldn't quite remember it. She asked again, more urgently. I wasn't sure and took a guess at what it might be. She told me not to worry that they were calling home. Calling home? For what reason? What happened? I wanted to get up. I try again. The voice tells me to stay still. I pay little attention to her words, I keep trying. I am so weak I rest for a moment. I speak to her but she doesn't hear me. I ask her again much louder this time "Why can't I get up?" She doesn't hear me leans down closer. As loudly as I can I ask her again "Why can't I get up?" I am stunned still trying to get pass the question of ....What happened. I kept trying to get up. All my might, all my hope, and all my wishes went to the focus of getting up and off that dry desert ground. Almost ready to give up again, she takes pity on me. She helps me to roll over. Once again...why? What happened? I couldn't think of anything. Nothing, no history of what/why/ how/who/where/ any of this was going on to me. Think. Think hard. Why can't I figure out what happened? I reach again to my eyes...She tells me there is dirt and glass on my face, she doesn't want me to get anything in my eyes. I try to wipe my eyes, she reached for my hand making me stop. I keep trying, again and again, this time instead of stopping me--she helps me. I'm I open my eyes glanced at the bright sky, noticed the clouds, then I closed them again. I asked her again several times, each time I must repeat my self louder and louder---she doesnât hear me. "Why can't I get up? She asked me where my kids are, she wants to know if they were with me? In my mind I am still trying to focus on figuring out what happened. She repeats herself, asking me again. Each time she gets more frustrated with me. I try to answer, she doesn't hear me. Her voice now sounding uncertain. Making her hear me doesn't matter now. Nothing matters. Just want to be left alone. Give me quiet and no more interaction, let me rest. I'll think about a solution later....for now- I just wanted peace and alone. She tells me she is going to reach for my hand , I soon feel her fingers tighten around mine. ----------end |
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