So I’ve been mia again. I really suck at consistency. Gosh. No excuses. But I’m back. Again. Lol. I’m not laughing.
Let’s do a recap. Someone was in an accident. Do you know who it is now? Sampa? Sonia? Mable? Yolanda? Thandiwe?
Who is it.
Today’s post might give you a clue. Tell me who you think it is in the comments. Xoxo.
“We need an ambulance. We think there is more than one person in the car…. The car is on its top…. Yes upside down… Blood around…. If there are survivors we need that ambulance as soon as possible.”
The church priest always said death was just a phase. A passage to heaven or hell. The beginning of forever. But he never said the passage would be painful. Or maybe I am imagining pain?
I open my eyes or maybe I think I do. I hear voices. They sound so far away from me but I still hear them.
One thing stands out. The pain. Every part of me aches. I want out of this moment. I want to die, go to sleep until the pain fades away. I close my eyes, inhaling slowly. Tears stinging my eyes as I feel the pain intensifies.
I will die. This is it. I’m going to die.
I wish for a lot of things. I can list them all.
One. To be happy.
Two. To finally make my passion a reality.
Three. To be a good daughter.
Four. To be a better person.
Five. To tell my friends I love them more than they realise.
Six. To be content.
Content. Yes. That’s it. I’m far from it. Was far from it. And now, on my death bed I have no idea. I guess that’s the thing about death. It gets you thinking. For the last time. You think about things that were unnecessary then.
“We need to go to the teaching hospital.” I hear a voice say.
“But we need to take the bodies out of the car first.”
“Quite sad. I hate seeing accidents. Reminds me of how short life is.”
“That’s what happens when you drink and drive. Lose concentration. Add in speeding and you have a death trap. There is no way anyone is alive in this wreck. These bodies are for the mortuary.”
“We have to wait for the tow truck to come through. We are going to to have cut the metal. If there is anyone alive I hope we won’t be too late.”
If I could move my lips I’d tell the voice to help the man in the car. He’s more important. But I can’t. If he dies I’ll never forgive myself. Ever.
“How far is the ambulance?”
“Ten minutes away.”
“And the tow truck?”
I remember a lot of things.
If I survive this, it will be one thing I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
To be continued…