Pondering the Next World - Part One

A teenager finds herself in a hospital, but her body is dead!

I dont know where time had gone.
It felt like it was just yesterday that I was a teenage girl, B average, popular, loving life, trying new things; Drugs, alcohol, sex, and dieting. Now, I was laying on a hospital bed, and the monitor wasn’t making any sound. Basically, it was saying that I was dead.
But that wasn’t possible. I was still here. I could feel the bed supporting my body, and the tubes and the needles. I could hear people talking and moving around. I could smell clean bedding. My eyes were closed, but I knew if I opened them, I would see lights and doctors and patients and probably my mother and father.
So why was monitor now beeping loudly, calling all doctors, it was probably saying. Why were nurses crowding around me, talking in doctor language, and using big words?
Suddenly, I felt pressure to my chest, and a shock, like the ones you get when you touch a chair after dragging your feet. They were trying to revive me. But I wasn’t dead. I wasn’t dead! I wanted to shout that, but I couldn’t. Something had cut off my voice. I was scared.
‘I’m still here!’ I thought. ‘I’m still alive! Can’t you hear me breathing? Can’t you see my chest moving?’
It was then that I realized that I wasn’t breathing. I tried to suck in a breath, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t move, or talk. Everything I did was in my head; my body wasn’t attached to my brain anymore, it had shut down, while my brain continued to think.
I screamed, but it was all in my head. What had happened that had made me end up in this nightmare?
I could still hear the nurses, could feel their attempts to bring me back, but I was gone.
Gone.
Gone.

Author's Note

This is part one.