Thanks For The Memories

Say A Prayer

Tires squealing. That’s all I remember from that terrible night. Wait, that is a lie. I remember glass. Glass was everywhere. Then the blood started flowing. Flashing in and out of consciousness was like when the EMT flashed his light in my eyes. It was annoying and distracting. I just wanted to shut my eyes and shut it out...

The next time I opened my eyes all I saw was bright. Bright white to be exact. It was like I woke up in a tanning bed and didn’t have those goggles on, or at least, I imagine this is what that would be like.

“Oh thank God!” Sound to my left, I think. I couldn’t move, my head was restrained. What’s going on? I started to struggle. I found I couldn’t move much, just my left leg. “Wait, no! Don’t struggle. Shhh, Pen, baby, you’re gonna be okay. You’re hurt, bad, but you’re gonna get better. The doctor says so. Please baby calm down.” I breathed deep, or tried to. I felt like I would never fill my lungs like I used to. More panic started to build i
n me, but I squashed it out.

I heard a doorknob jiggle and was brought back to the present. “Ah, Ms. Guin, seems you were in quite an accident. you got hit head on by a drunk driver. I’m amazing you’re still alive. Now tell me, what is your name?” Penelope Guin. “Are you going to answer?” I did answer you. My name is Penelope Guin! “You seem to be wanting to talk, let’s check those vocal cords.” He walked closer to me and felt my neck and throat. “Now, try and say something.” My name is Penelope Guin. “Try to yell?”

“My name is Penelope Guin!” My voice came out barely louder than a whisper. The doctor hummed and nodded.

“You may never talk again. Rest your voice. We’ll jump that hurdle when we get there. On the plus side, you know who you are. Do you know who he is?” The doctor pointed to the guy that was in my room when I woke up. His face seemed familiar, but I couldn’t think of his name. I regrettable shook my head no and watched as his excited face fell. “I was afraid of that. What is the last thing you remember? Here’s a pad of paper.” The doctor pulled paper and a pen from his clipboard and tossed it onto my lap. I wrote two words. Tires squealing
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Not sure how long this whole thing is going to be. I really like the way it has started.