This is a quick and short story I recently wrote. I hope you like it but if you don’t please let me know why. My grammar and punctuation isn’t very good so I apologise for any mistakes.
The Grey Room.
Am I dead? yeah I’m pretty sure I am, I mean I might not be, but I’m pretty sure I am. I can’t move at all and I’m pretty sure I’m not breathing. Yup I’m dead. My body lies lifeless in front of me, my eyes are closed and blood is pumping pretty quickly out of my mouth. Oh gosh what’s my mom going to think, is she going to be angry at me? I guess theres nothing I can do to change that now though.
The air is still, I’m not in the same place as before I’m standing in a grey room, well this part of me is, the other part is still lifeless on the floor. It’s weird in here theres no noise, nothing but grey walls and floor. It seems pretty misty to me but there isn’t any mist. It’s really weird, where am I?
I never got to have that date with Jeromy, it was going to be my first date, that was where I was going when I got knocked off of my pink basket bike, he was my first proper crush too. It’s hard being fifteen, there’s just so much confusion, you don’t really know if you’re coming or you’re going. I definitely did not enjoy hormones.
It’s actually kind of upsetting to know that I’ll never get to have that amazing sixteenth birthday party that my mum had been organizing for me for months, I don’t want to leave my mum behind, how will she cope? I can’t think about that now though, it’s too late.
A door covered in little butterfly stickers and my one fairy sticker comes into view in the wall in front of me. It’s my bedroom door. Maybe this is the way back, maybe if I go through this door I can go home, back to my mum, back to Jeromy, back to Thor and Loki my chipmunks. My legs, well not my real legs but these ghostly legs move towards the door, and my ghostly hand gently turns the handle.
A bright wonderful light shines through the creek in the door. Now I have never been religious and I’m still not but I have always believed that there is something else. Some other place. My mum always believed that a small part of every religion is right but none of them have got it spot on. I never was one hundred percent on what she meant but I guess whatever it meant I agree with her.
So this bright light doesn’t necessarily surprise me. But it is different than what I imagined its more beautiful and bright but soft at the same time, like a nurturing mother and a kind father, it is everything that is good. It’s a pure light. But however tempting it is to step through it my legs won’t move.
Noise vibrates into the grey room, it’s not very loud and it’s not very clear but its still noise. I step away from the door but I leave it open just in case. I walk back over to me and search for the noise. Is it coming from me?
Suddenly but slowly a shadow of a young man walks like a ghost through me and over to my body. There are tears in his eyes as he takes me into his arms and rocks me back and forth. His voice is so quiet like a whisper echoing through the walls.
“Come back, Come back Evie.” He cries its such a soft caring noise. He looks around like he’s speaking to someone but theres no one else there. “Hang on, please don’t leave, be strong, be you, don’t give up.” He mutters again like a whisper in my ear.
“Your mum, she’s on her way here, the paramedics and the doctors are doing all that they can but you need to be stronger, you need to stay.” His voice is full of emotion full of need. I’ve never seen anyone act like this and it breaks my heart to think that I have made him feel like this.
“I’m fighting, I promise, I won’t go through that door, I won’t leave, Jeromy I’m fighting but I don’t know how to come back. I don’t know how to get back into me. Help me please.” I cry my voice sounds like a distant moan and it gets quieter and quieter until it is no more.
How do I do it someone please, tell me how I get back into me, tell me how I can wake up from this nightmare. Tell me how I can go back to my normal life, have that party go on that date with Jeromy, live my life. Some one tell me how.
I take a deep breath, I concentrate, I can’t let myself freak out about it. I’ve got to keep trying. “God, Buddha whoever is out there watching over me in this room, please put me back. I know I don’t really believe in you and I haven’t been very religious but please if you are real and If your controlling this please. Please put me back. I don’t want to go, I want to stay. Please put me back, please.” My sobs echo around the room and back to me.
Nothing happens. I scream, its a harsh noise crashes around the room and finally back to me. I collapse next to my body and try to breath. What can I do? I take my hand, it doesn’t lift but I hold onto it anyway and I look at myself into my closed eyes and I concentrate, I beg myself to let me back in. It’s like meditating I imagine myself back into my body, I imagine hearing voices feeling pain, being touched.
It almost feels real. A voice echo’s into my ear and my eyes are still shut I’m still trying to get back in. “Darling, mummys here it’s ok now, mummys here. I love you.” Her familiar and loving voice sobs and I feel a new set of arms wrap around me.
“Mummys here now, I love you so so much baby,” She cries and I feel like I could weep too. This isn’t fair anymore. I can’t keep doing this to myself.I can’t make myself believe that I an actually hear and feel things again, I’m just torturing myself. I force myself to open my eyes.
A new light bursts into view, it’s a white light but not like the last one, this one is harsh and stings my eyes. A gasp forms next to me and I sluggishly blink and move my eyes to see what’s going on. My mothers puffy blue eyes blink back at me. Tears pouring out of them.
Am I dead?
“Mum?”
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