This is my favourite story I’ve written, and I’m quite proud of it. Hope you guys like it as much as I do!
*May be triggering to some.*
There was a skid.
There was a crash.
There was a sharp pain.
There was blood.
The consciousness started slipping from me, as the screams and sounds around me became muffled. My sight of reality faded, and slowly the shadows consumed me as they took over. They took control.
Then there was darkness.
Darkness was all I could see. I could hear voices around me, soft whispers, so soft I was unable to make out.
I couldn’t move.
The last thing I remembered was the sound of tyres against the cement rode as they skidded loudly. Then a crash.
I could remember the shock, and the agonising pain. I could remember the red, warm liquid flowing down my body, and the throbbing pain on my head as the world around me started to spin, my vision blurred from tears clouding my eyes before they flickered shut. Then there was darkness, as I was pulled into a black void.
I had no control over my body. I was screaming, begging for help, but my cries wouldn’t come out, my voice echoing around me into the black abyss which I found myself trapped inside.
For ages I was trapped inside this prison. I had no idea where I was, no contact to reality, and all I could do was sit there, as the salty tears fell from my eyes and down my cheeks. I prayed and I prayed. All I wanted to do was to get out.
The voices around me began to rise as I found myself suddenly able to hear more clearly, able to make out a noise before I realised the noises were infact people talking, recognising the voices.
I heard my parents talking to a male voice, a sob escaping from their mouths every now and then. I could hear fear and concern in their voices, trying to make out the words they were speaking.
Then I heard other voices, and it soon dawned on me who they were.
I could hear Caspar, I could hear Oli. I could hear Jack, Conor, Josh, Mikey, and Joe.
Suddenly I could feel. I felt warmth on my hand as another hand was placed on top of mine, giving it a small squeeze.
I knew I had to get out. I had to get to my friends, to my parents. I didn’t know where I was or how to get out, I just knew I had to. I had to find a way.
I tried to search for an exit, for any source of light to get out of this black void, desperately trying to move. Suddenly, I was able to flick my eyes open.
My eyes opened slowly, my vision focusing to the surroundings and the sudden light.
I felt the grip on my hand tighten, and surprised gasps around the room.
“Oh my god, Y/N!”
“Y/N can you hear me?”
“Y/N, talk to us!”
My breathe caught as I heard my name being mentioned, the desolate feeling in my mind slowly escaping. It had been I long time since I had heard anything, since I had felt anything – since I had seen anything other than darkness.
I slowly looked around the room, and my eyes widened as I registered where I was.
I was in a hospital, in a hospital bed.
I snapped out from my gaze as my name was mentioned again, in very a worrisome tone. I lifted my eyes and looked around the room. On the left of my bed was Mikey, Josh, Jack and Conor, all sitting in chairs, Jack with a tight grip on my hand. Infront of me was my Mum and my Dad, who seemed to have been talking to a doctor as he wrote notes down on a piece of paper and a clipboard he was holding. To my right was Joe, Caspar and Oli, shocked expressions on their faces.
“Welcome back, Y/N.” The male voice of the doctor said, a smile on his face. “You made it.”
A few moments passed as my friends all looked at me, unsure what to do.
“What am I doing here?” I questioned, my voice raspy.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief, my parents rushing over to give me a hug, their tears falling on my shoulders. Then all my friends gave me a long hug each, everyone seeming relieved, as if a huge weight was lifted off their shoulders. Everyone crowded around me, the doctor quickly taking notes.
“Is anyone going to explain what happened?” I asked, still confused as to what happened, and just the entire situation in general.
“Do you remember anything, Y/N Y/L/N?” The doctor asked me, walking forward to stand at the end of my bed, a pen in his hand.
I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion, looking down at the bed, racking the back of my mind to draw out what I could remember as everyone went quiet.
“Well,” I began, “I remember a crash.” I stated, pausing for a moment. “I remember blood, and then… darkness.” I frowned. “There was just darkness.” I finished, shakily. I looked back up at the doctor, who nodded and proceeded to take notes. I lifted my arm slighty, examining my body. There were scars everywhere, bruises and slight specks of dry blood covering every inch of my skin. I moved my fingers to touch my forehead, which was throbbing, but flinched as a wave of pain shot through me whilst doing so.
The doctor looked back up from his paper, watching me closely.
“You have been in a coma for three months.”
That sentence caused me to choke on my next breath of air, flinching at the statement. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again, unsure what exactly to say in this situation. My eyes widened, pupils dilated, and fear flowed through my veins, letting the words sink in.
“You were in a car crash.” The doctor began to tell me, clear by the expression on my face that I was waiting for an answer. “A truck lost control on the highway, crashing into your car. No one else was injured, and neither was the truck driver, which is how he was able to dial triple nine and call the police. We rushed you to the hospital, but by then you had slipped into a coma and it was out of our control. You have been in a coma for ninety-three days. In all honesty, we weren’t sure you would make it, but miraculously, it seems you did. You are currently in the Intensive Care Unit.” He looked back at his clipboard, reading off it. “You have a snapped collarbone, some torn ligaments, three broken ribs, a sprained ankle, a broken kneecap, as well as a concussion, but we are sure you will recover in no time. You certainly should of died, considering the severity of your accident, but one thing that saved you was your seatbelt. You are a miracle, Y/N.”
Goosebumps formed on my skin as I was washed over by a wave of emotions. Fear, anxiety, shock, horror, confusion… but mostly relief. Relief I had survived. Relief that I did in fact make it, though the whole situation was still a blur.
“You need to get some rest now, Y/N.” The doctor told me gently.
I lifted an arm, running a shaky hand through my messy, ombré hair.
“I think I’ve had enough rest for now, sir.” I said, chuckling, but soon stopped as a pain in my chest caused me to flinch.
“Careful, Y/N.” Caspar said softly, reaching over to place a hand on my arm. I looked over at him, smiling weakly.
“Thank you guys for being here, for believing in me.” I said, panning my eyes across my friends and my parents. I squeezed Jack’s hand back, his hand still resting on mine.
“I’m going to have to escort you all out, I’m afraid, as visiting hours are ending soon.” The doctor said, looking at everyone in the room. “Feel free to come back tomorrow, and by then I will have information as to when Y/N is able to leave.”
All my friends gave me a hug and said they’re I love you’s, my parents still crying as they hugged me, kissing my forehead.
Once everyone had said their goodbyes and left, I was left alone to rest.
After tossing and turning for hours, I eventually gave up on sleep as my brain continued to wander.
A week went by, and I was finally able to be checked out of the hospital and go home, even when put in a wheelchair for a couple months due to my severe injuries. Though I was still recovering from my injuries, things soon went back to normal.
Well, as normal as they could possibly ever get.
Not everyone has been through a life changing event like that.
I am still scared to go in cars. I still flinch at the sound of tyres skidding on the rode. I still tense up when encountering trucks, and I have flashbacks at the sight of blood. Every now and then I will still wake up at four in the morning after a nightmare of the traumatic event, even years after it happened. Recovery will be a long process, and although my wounds healed, the scars will still remain to remind me of the accident I so desperately wanted to forget. I may not get over the accident in years to come, and I may even never get over it. Maybe I will always have a wave of fear rush through me when driving. Maybe I will always remember the pain of my car colliding with that truck. The long, four wheeled piece of metal that so drastically changed my life. Maybe I will always be used to the salty taste of my tears, and the crimson red blood as it covered my eyes. Maybe I will always fear the darkness and locked rooms. Maybe I won’t move on, because once you have been broken, no matter how you rebuild yourself, the cracks will always be visible. No matter how tightly locked away your memories are in the back of your mind, they will always be there.
Maybe wounds heal over time, but the scars in my mind will remain there for eternity.