Beeping

A woman gets into her boyfriend's car while he's drunk. Now she is facing the consequences

I don’t know where I am or how long I’ve been here. It seems like I just got here, and yet I’ve been here forever. I wonder if there’s anyone else here; if there is I haven’t seen them. Come to think of it I haven’t seen anything really. Sometimes I think I see indistinguishable colours of blurry shapes, but I can never focus on them.

I do hear voices though. Familiar voices that I can’t quite place, seeming to come from everywhere at once, echoing and bouncing off the walls of my head. I can even make out some of the words, though I can’t understand what they mean.

“How’s she doing?”
“Has she showed any signs of waking up?”
“She’s so young…”

Two of them are men’s voices, I think, and the other is a woman. I hear them a lot now, jabbering to each other about young girls and cars. I really wish they would just stop, like I could will the voices away, because I just want to sleep.

Other than the voices it’s silent, except for a constant beeping, droning on and on never stopping. The beeping is the only thing keeping me here, keeping me from slipping away, slipping deeper and deeper into this place. The thought is so compelling, a strange longing that I cannot control, it drives me insane. I need to slip away, but the beeping never stops.

I’m numb but I can almost feel something; I think it’s on my hand but I really can’t be sure. The voices start again. It’s only one this time, a boy’s I think.

“I’m so sorry baby.” The voice said, “It’s all my fault. Please come back to me.”

Come back? What does that even mean? All I want to do is sleep. But…aren’t I already sleeping? I thought I was. What is a thought anyway? Why am I asking so many questions? And why won’t that beeping stop?

There’s pressure, where is it? My face maybe? I can’t tell. But it feels amazing. The beeping stutters and increases. There’s yelling, I can’t make out the words, and hands, all over me.

All of a sudden it hits me; blinding, searing pain. It’s like my skull is being run over by a truck. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. All I can feel is pain. My limbs flail, at least I think they do, and it sends currents of electric pain shooting through me.

There’s a blinding light in the distance, the only tangible thing I’ve seen in ages. It grows bigger and brighter, coming closer and closer until…

All I see is white…

The beeping turns to a steady hum…

And then it all goes silent.