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A Second Chance
I hear the sirens blaring in my ears.
I feel the movement of a vehicle.
I smell drugs.
I taste blood.
I see blurred objects.
Sharp turns and acceleration.
A woman shouts things unable to be discerned in the din.
I feel a minute pain on my forearm,
And all goes black again.
What seems like moments later I open my bloodshot eyes
To a white room,
Lying on a soft bed with four different IVs in my veins.
The cuts on my arms are still bleeding freely.
A man in an emerald green overcoat stands above me.
I'm guessing he's a doctor.
"She's conscience," I hear him say.
Why have I lived?
Why have I failed?
The doctor leaves the room.
Once again, I am all alone.
I evaluate my surroundings and realize
That the door has a lock.
Lucky me.
I stand, move to the door, and turn the lock.
No one can reach me now.
This is my last chance for freedom.
No one can stop me.
I rip the IVs from my arm.
Blood pours from the wounds.
A shriek of pain escapes my lips
And echoes throughout the room.
A nurse knocks on the door.
"Is everything all right?"
I don't reply.
Maybe she'll go away
And leave me here to die.
She knocks again.
Darkness is taking over me.
I slip out of consciousness for a second time.
I fall to the floor.
All goes dark.
My head hurts.
Soon after I see the scene from above.
Doctors calling for medical assistance,
Nurses running frantically around,
The heart monitor line is flat.
The scene becomes smaller,
Until finally I see the hospital rooftop.
The city.
The state.
The world.
Then finally,
Nothing at all.
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Thanx
