On The Verge of Death
Its sad, and um.......different.
I see you laying there on the hospital bed. I keep waiting for you to wake up and open your eyes, but I know you won't. You can't wake up.
When the doctor came out to see us, I knew something was wrong. He had that sad piteous look in his eyes. He looked like he had just seen someone die, or something. He bowed his head and told us that you weren't dead. You had a chance of surviving. He also said that you were in a comma.
We took turns going in to see you, but you still wouldn't wake up. I cried by your bed, but you didn't wake up. To everyone it's a mystery how you ended up in a comma. Everyone thinks you were changing the lights when you fell. But I know better than that. I saw it happen.
You did it without thinking. You tried to kill yourself. In some ways being in a comma is better than what would have happened. At least now you're here alive, more or less. The string was too loose and you fell. Didn't you see what you would have done to us if you killed yourself? You probably did. Mom and dad were crying and feeling bad. As my older sister, I think this was a bad example you showed me.
Now I stand there and watch you laying there. Not knowing if you'll ever wake up again. I stare at the plug that's basically keeping you alive. I never wanted this to happen to you. I came from school and saw you jumping. I yelled at you, and next thing I knew you were on the floor and everything was broken.
Then, the ambulance came and took you away. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I called mom and dad and we all went to the hospital. The doctor told us to wait. The wait was long and I wanted to know if you were still breathing.
Now as I stand there looking at you I know you will never get up and open those green eyes ever again. You will never yell at me to get out of your room ever again. As I remember how you tried to kill yourself, I whisper my "I love you" and kiss you on the cheeks. I know you wanted to die, and I know you'll always be half dead and half alive.
I also know what I have to do. I don't want to do it; I don't want to let you go. I want you here by my side forever, but I know I have to do it. I reach across and unplug the machine that's keeping you alive. I turn around to leave and above the beeping sound I hear your voice once more. I heard you tell me that we'll meet again someday, and that you love me too.
When the doctor came out to see us, I knew something was wrong. He had that sad piteous look in his eyes. He looked like he had just seen someone die, or something. He bowed his head and told us that you weren't dead. You had a chance of surviving. He also said that you were in a comma.
We took turns going in to see you, but you still wouldn't wake up. I cried by your bed, but you didn't wake up. To everyone it's a mystery how you ended up in a comma. Everyone thinks you were changing the lights when you fell. But I know better than that. I saw it happen.
You did it without thinking. You tried to kill yourself. In some ways being in a comma is better than what would have happened. At least now you're here alive, more or less. The string was too loose and you fell. Didn't you see what you would have done to us if you killed yourself? You probably did. Mom and dad were crying and feeling bad. As my older sister, I think this was a bad example you showed me.
Now I stand there and watch you laying there. Not knowing if you'll ever wake up again. I stare at the plug that's basically keeping you alive. I never wanted this to happen to you. I came from school and saw you jumping. I yelled at you, and next thing I knew you were on the floor and everything was broken.
Then, the ambulance came and took you away. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I called mom and dad and we all went to the hospital. The doctor told us to wait. The wait was long and I wanted to know if you were still breathing.
Now as I stand there looking at you I know you will never get up and open those green eyes ever again. You will never yell at me to get out of your room ever again. As I remember how you tried to kill yourself, I whisper my "I love you" and kiss you on the cheeks. I know you wanted to die, and I know you'll always be half dead and half alive.
I also know what I have to do. I don't want to do it; I don't want to let you go. I want you here by my side forever, but I know I have to do it. I reach across and unplug the machine that's keeping you alive. I turn around to leave and above the beeping sound I hear your voice once more. I heard you tell me that we'll meet again someday, and that you love me too.
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