C.A.D.s

The night was dark and wet with flashes of thunder filling the dark sky with light for only seconds. Marissa was driving down U.S. Highway 59 towards her home from a late day at work. She was getting a little tired and distracted by all the incoming white headlights on the oposite side of the road, so she decided to turn on the radio. Take Me Home Tonight came on the speakers, blaring loudly, waking her up immediately. After a few minutes of shock, she turned it down quickly.

 

"I'm awake," the surprised Marissa said to herself, "Yes, I'm definetly awake now." Take Me Home Tonight went off the radio, and Battlefield by Pat Benatar came off. Marissa started to sing to her song. She didn't notice that there were red lights blocking her way. Before she knew it, she blacked out, her car hitting a ten car pileup on Highway 59.

 

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Marissa wakes up in an unknown room. She's wearing some kind of white hospital gown and has wires tied all around her. She can't feel her arms or legs, and she couldn't hear anything. Her vision was blurier than those who have bottlecap lenses. Every doctor that tried to talk to her had the same reaction. All she could see was a moving blury tan shape. The doctors give her medicine, and she goes back to sleep.

 

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A week later, she wakes up, and sits up. She looks down and sees herself laying peacefully on the bed. The monitors that she is hooked up to are beeping a long beep, saying that she's dead. Doctors and nurses flood into the room trying to revive her, but is unsuccessful.

 

"Notify Marissa's family," one doctor said to one of the nurses.

 

"Who're her family?" asked a nurse on the way out the door.

 

"Don't know. Find out, Shelly," The doctor  said to the nurse, and the nurse went outside my room.

 

Marissa couldn't take it any longer in that room, so she drifted towards the window. She found herself at her mother's house. Her mother had gotten the call from hospital saying that her daughter had gotten into a car accident on the way home, and she had died about 10 minutes ago in the hospital bed. Her mother was crying from the greif she felt.

 

"Mom," Marissa whispered, but "Mom" didn't answer. "Don't cry for me. Go have some beer, some wine, go get drunk, just like I would have done for you."