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really short passage i wrote in like 20 minutes
I think its pretty good... what do you guys think?
Evan could not feel, he could barely think. He had watched the doctors surround him, try and fix him, only to realize they couldn’t. His heart had fell into a pit in his stomach when they told him he was paralyzed. He had thought that it was the worst thing he could possibly hear. Two hours later, he was hit with something worse. His head had struck the concrete so hard that his brain was permanently damaged. He had mere hours to live. What a waste, Evan thought, staring up at the depressingly white ceiling of the hospital room. I was given a life, and I destroyed it. A doctor entered the room and told him that his family was informed of the accident, and that his brother was on his way over. Evan started to pray, hoping his brother would make it. The hospital he was at was at least a two hour drive from his house, and that was only when there was no traffic. At 6 o’clock in the evening, that seemed unlikely. There was so much he wanted to tell his brother. About how he longed to be like him, but his fear held him back. How jealous he was of his brother’s success. Evan had always feared success. No, he feared losing the success he earned. He didn’t like having things taken away from him. Now his life was at stake, but he wasn’t afraid of death. Evan had avoided succeeding in his life, but now he regretted it. He had done nothing in these seventeen years but smoke pot and drink. What a waste, he thought again. The room suddenly dimmed. The light around him was escaping him. He could feel his eyelids drooping. Suddenly, when all light had disappeared, Evan could spot a small glare in the distance. He reached for it, hoping it was the switch that would light the room again, and his brother would be there. Reaching… hoping… Evan grasped the brightly lit doorknob and pulled. He was falling… past… what were they? Memories… Evan watched as a four year old version of himself drew a picture with crayons… as a seven year old rode his first bicycle… as a thirteen year old drank his first beer… as a sixteen year old failed his chemistry exam. The memories faded. Everything faded. Evan was dead.
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