Only A Dream

Finally fell asleep.
   After lying awake night after night. Stressed and sleepless.
Thoughts had been entering and turning in my head.
   Finally falling asleep i dreamed.
The scene if that night all over again.
   Sitting in the car with him. In his arms with the top down. Listening to the radio quietly. It was our two year anniversary. Made it two years without a problem. He asked a question. A question that struck me and that I'll never forget. "What would you do if I died tomorrow?", He asked me. i told him,"I'd cry for hours. I'd be depressed. You're my whole world. The sky would turn gray. The sun would hide it's shinning face forever. I'd be so sad and depressed I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't drink. I wouldn't be able to sleep. I love you babe and hope that never comes to be." I leaned on him and he layed his hed on mune. We both stared at the bright starry sky in silence. I looked at the clock. 10:30 p.m. "I think we should get going", I said as I looked up at him. He glanced at the clock and said,"Yeah". I leaned up in my seat and we both buckled in. We drove in silence. Or what seemed to be silence. The sound of the radio was blurred to a quiet hum. Then i saw a man jump out in front of the car. My boyfriend yelled and then there was a bright white flash.
   My head lay against the window. The windshield cracked and broken. Slowly lifting my head, I turn to look at my boyfriend in the drivers seat, only to find out he wasn't there. I blinked a few times and saw that he is there, with branches trying to hide him in the darkness. I feel his hand on mine. But with something under his. I turn my hand over and pull a piece of paper out from under his hand. His hands were as cold as ice. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and tried to get to him. But my leg was caught. I shrieked in pain. I then reached over and shook him gently. "Mark.? Mark!!", I yelled. He moved a little. Thankful he was still alive i searched my pocket for my phone. Luckily it was still there unbroken. I dialed 911 and got help. About 20 minutes later, I heard the sirens. Then everything went black. I saw the doctor come in and tell me he was alive but in critical condition. I went in hos room and fell asleep holding his hand. In my dream, I awoke in the morning to a loud blank unending beap. I looked up and started freaking out. Doctors ruched in. I glanced his way. What i saw was him sitting up, eyes open. He said one last thing to me. "Good-Bye". A flash of the piece of paper i had came in view. All it said was,"If I died tomorrow...". I awoke screaming. I told myself, only a dream. Only to look at my night stand to see the little piece of paper... It wasn't a dream, it was real.

Reviews

[Murtuza]

Intense! Well-portrayed and good use of imagery. Nice job!