a memior i have to write for class, all true, tell me what you think.
ALLIGNED
There I am, just laying there. Emotionless, limited, and weak. Do I know what’s going on? Am I aware of the amount of chemicals, machines and god given will needed to keep me stable? I didn’t feel a thing. My eyes seemed to be relaxing for what felt like a split second but when consciousness was gained it turned out to be two and a half days. Now, you may think I had it the worst, even I didn’t think of the fact that I may hurt the people who love me the most. Imagine having a daughter who is lying unconscious on their lively front lawn. My mom could tell you what it’s like, without saying one word. Then the ambulance arrives, my life was rejected.
One minute…two minutes, three minutes, four. Five minutes and 30 seconds; I was dead. The removal of my life was prominent for the longest five and a half minutes of my existence. And the funniest part? I didn’t even know. Not a thing. Death is romanticized to a sick degree where you’re greeted at the gates of a higher level of eternal life. For me? That wasn’t the case, somehow I didn’t get the outer body experience where I viewed my lifeless body float weightlessly into the never ending midnight sky. Instead, I was in prolonged darkness. Without a thing to be thought, and the occasional hallucination created by the immense dosage of sedatives ingested. When I say I was mentally not forming these clear as day images, there is proof that hallucinations are purely formed by chemicals that are alien to ones system.
Tick tock, what’s that clock. Never before visualized by my naked eye, appeared in my drug induced sleep.
