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  Where am I? Why can't I see? Is something covering my face? I'm reaching my arms to feel my face, but I don't feel a thing. I can't feel my arms. They feel so numb. What's going on? Where am I? I can't hear anything. I feel trapped. I'm trying to feel my surroundings, but I can't feel anything. The only thing I can feel is my heart beating against my chest. It's beating so hard I'm afraid it'll pop out of my chest. Am I dead? No...this can't be death. I can hear my own thoughts. I can't talk or hear, unless it's in my own mind. I'm trying to scream. Can anyone hear me? My throat is tight, but nothing will come out. What's touching me? Is someone touching me? Am I at a hospital? No. Right? I can't be at a hospital. Why would I be at a hospital? Someone's hand is definitely touching me. I'm trying to kick, but my legs are numb just like my arms. I'm so numb and defenseless. I can't see, hear, feel, or talk. What's happening to me? Where's my wife? Oh god. My wife! I remember now! Oh my god! The car wreck! She was in the seat next to me! So I am in a hospital. I have to be. But where's my wife? Is she safe? Please don't tell me she died in the wreck. I can't do anything. Am I like this because of the wreck. Wait...the car...it was so bloody. I saw a severed arm. Just one. But could it be mine? Oh my god! Is that why my arms and legs are numb? I lost my arms and legs! I'm nothing! Nurse! Where's the nurse? Kill me! Please kill me! This is no way to live. I can't speak, so no one can hear my cries. I want to die! Kill me, damn it! I'm not going to live like this! I can't even hear anyone! I want to die! Kill me! Kill me! There's nothing I can do in this life. There's so much I wanted to do, but it's all gone now. It's all gone in an instant. I regret not living my life to the fullest. I regret all of the times I argued with my wife. I love her. I can never see her beautiful face again. I can never see her heart warming smile, or hear her playful laugh. I just want to tell her I love her one last time, but I can't. Why me? I could never imagine this could happen to me. Please let me die. I have nothing to live for. All I can do is sit here and think, which is just making me even more insane. My life is wasted. What was the point? It all just came to a crashing holt. All I want is to die now. There's no point in keeping me alive. I'm worthless now. Kill me...kill me...kill me...please....kill me...what's the point of this hospital keeping me alive? My head is racing with thoughts. I wish the crash would've killed me instead of leaving me like this. I want the satisfaction of death. I'm basically already dead, so why not set me free? I'm a waste now. Please, kill me.

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