Sunday, November 16, 2008

Who Am I???

This story is about a little girl named Melisa........Enjoy the story.......

One day when I was five, I was sitting on the couch with my parents when I asked them a question which had always been on my mind: "When was I in the hospital, and why was I there?" .My mom explained " You had never been in a hospital patient Melisa". But, I had distinct memories about being in the hospital, and I began to describe some of them: the doctor and what he was doing, some of the things in the room that I saw, my mom standing to the right of me. I told them how I remembered drifting away toward the ceiling.Everyone grew silent.


It turned out that I had a sister who had died at age six, four years before my birth. This was why my parents had me so much later. No one said anything more about this for years. When I brought it up again later, my mom said that she had always thought I was my sister come back in another body, but she couldn't be sure.My mother explained that my sister had been very shy and frightened, as though she knew something was going to happen
to her. For instance, she would hide and not come out from under the table. Her shyness may have been partly responsible for her death. On that day, she went with my brothers to sell Boy Scout cookies. My parents thought she would benefit from selling cookies with my brothers so they insisted that she go. They walked far behind her in order to let her do things on
her own to build her confidence. However, a car without its emergency brake on rolled down a hill.


The three children tried to get out of the way, but my sister was much smaller and ran slower than my brothers. Two of my brothers tried to drag her along, but my parents realized that all three would get run over. They screamed, "Run!" The car ran over my sister and dragged her a long distance. My parents took her to the hospital where they were told she had a broken hip but was going to be O.K. She was crying and hungry but the hospital would not let her eat because she might need surgery. Later my mom told me that she had given a candy bar secretly to my sister and, when the anesthesiologist got there, my mother had lied about it. So when my sister was anesthetized, it made her sick. She vomited, aspirated the candy bar, and died of suffocation.
The part I remember most is after she/I was dead. I recall looking at myself, inches away from my face as I moved slowly away from my body as it lay in the hospital bed. As a child, I did not know you could die with your eyes open.


So it looked like I was looking back at myself blankly. Even now the vision does not make me feel like she/I was dead. She just didn't move.
I vaguely remember a nurse running out of the room, and the doctor holding my arm and hand. Then he left.
By this time I was halfway between the bed and the ceiling. I remember the color of the hospital room, a mintish green. I remember a few other details that others have forgotten, like the fact that my dad was not in the room when I died. He had been told by my
mom to call my aunt, and later was angry for not being there.
I remember that my mother was very calm, which seemed strange at the time. She was acting like she was just talking to me: walking around me, touching me, pulling my sheet up a tad as if to keep me warm and comfortable, and not crying. I could
only see her motions and her mouth moving, talking to me the entire time. However, until I was older, I couldn't ask her why she was so calm right after her daughter had died. She explained it was because there was a child in the next bed who was watching everything and she did not want to frighten her. My mom said the other child was becoming very upset and was
starting to cry. So my mom told her that everything would be O.K., and went on talking to my sister as if nothing had happened. Of course, my mom knew at that point my sister was dead. She was talking to my sister calmly until I was pulled backwards up towards the ceiling. I don't remember anything after I floated past the ceiling. That is where my memory ends
abruptly.
It feels very strange when my mother has verified something I remember, by saying, for instance, "Yes, you did have your eyes open." That gives me the chills, hearing her refer to me as being my sister.

By Deepthy

Monday, November 10, 2008

Fate Lies

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There's be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new clout.She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, To be known in this school you had to have a clout.There was only one problem! . Her parents had said she was too young to watch a movie with her friend Jeff. "Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies. For Jeff , jenny's friend was half drunk by this time. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best?" To bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car
were her mom and dad."

By Deepthy

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