Hello guys...
It's your potential blogger here again.
Good morning to my pals over here in Nigeria and good day to y'all all over the world. I do hope you had/are having a wonderful day.
Today I'm going to be giving you a short story that's based on a true life story, wow I just rhymed. Anyways I've been torn up about the idea of sharing this but I guess it's time to let it out. I hope you like it.
From pexels.com
Sarah's wish
The curiosity on her face was a genuine one, I've lived with her long enough to know that. She kept looking at me puzzled, trying to guess who I was. Even with the bandages wrapped around her head I could still see where the scar was on her head no thanks to the blood patch that occupied that area. "You really don't remember me?" I asked as I adjusted my bandaged leg properly on the floor because it was beginning to hurt, although not as much as the hurt I felt from the realization of Sarah's amnesia.
"Sarah it's me Frank!!!" I said almost yelling, the tears from my tear sac now seemed to be escaping, she looked at me with the same curiously in her eyes and asked "is everything alright?, your eyes are watering.", "everything is fine" I replied in a tone likened to that of a frustrated person. "she'll need her rest now" The doctor said as he handed me my clutches and ushered me out of the ward.
I limped towards the exit with the strongest feeling of guilt ever, my head kept replaying scenes from the accident. This is all my fault I kept on murmuring. I remembered arguing with Sarah about not wanting to go visit Pete, our son whom I'm not in good terms with. Little sucker refused to go to college like I wanted him to, instead he ran off to drum for a rock band. "I'LL RATHER DIE THAN ACCEPT THAT DISAPPOINTMENT BACK IN OUR LIVES". I believe those where the last words I said before I lost control of the car and drove straight into a school bus, luckily, there weren't any kids on board.
I was half way through the ward when I noticed the chaos behind me, Sarah seemed to have gone into a shock and the doctors were trying to revive her. Immediately I turn and started limping faster towards her (like there was something I could do). Before I got to her bed, the EKG when numb. From that moment everything seemed to be in slow motion (the doctors rushing in, the other patients in the ward, the chanting of "clear, clear, clear") all just seem to pass slowly.
Now I go to visit Pete everyday and I've even taking to some sad type of rock music. I guess seeing me and Pete getting along makes her smile up there in heaven.
From your potential blogger