Noami's Short Horror Stories

Hear

          I shove my friend, as I kick the tattered soccer ball once more. He managed to recover and swipe the ball from under my feet. Laughing and chuckling, I fall over on the grass. Shawn continues running, kicking the ball, laughing. I jump up, running full sprint at him.
          Thump! The ball goes flying. In fact, over the fence and into the road. Being the competitive teenagers we are, we dart for it. Hopping the fence, and onto the road. Trying to be the first to get the ball… we didn't notice the truck coming.
           HONK! Everything went black.

          I wake up… but didn't wake up. I'm conscious but I can't open my eyes. I try to wipe them. My arms are heavy, very heavy, so heavy I am unable to move. Not my legs, head, nothing moved. I'm cool, my clothes feel different, more loose. Last I remember me and Shawn were in the blazing hot sun. I feel like I'm in an air conditioned room. I feel something light, cupping my mouth and nose. An air mask? I hear a pattern of faint beeps in my left ear.
         I feel something soft beneath me. From my head to the heels of my feet. Maybe I'm in a bed. I try to speak… but can't. I start to panic, I try to flail but I don't move in the slightest. I try to yell, yet my mouth doesn't move.
          After several minutes of me panicking, I hear a door creak open. A pair of brisk footsteps approach me. I sense them stand next to my chest. Their scent is that of bleach. I hear papers being flipped and scribbling.
          "Hey, HEY," I try to say. The person finishes scribbling, and I hear them walk off. Moments later, I hear more footsteps… and sobbing.
           "He's doing alright for now," a deep, masculine voice started. Whose this?
          After some sniffling, a familiar voice said "When will he be able to come home?"
         My mother.
         "Ma," I try to say. Not even my lips moved. "MA!"
         " The lab tests arrived today," I assume this is a doctor. " Mrs. Lunar …. Lance is brain dead." If I wasn't paralyzed, I would have jumped at the cry my mother let out. True heart broken cries were let out. I feel weight on me. A pair of arms wrap around me lifting me up, like a ragdoll. Hugging me so tight, she cried "Oh, my baby boy! Please wake up! Lance!" into my ear.
         " Ma! I'm here! I'm alive!"
         I want to wrap my arms around her, I can't. I want to cry.
         " Mrs. Lunar, it's been several months, he's not coming back."
        Ma kept crying.
       What is he talking about? I'm alive! I'm alive! I can hear!
      " I have to pull his plug, I need your acceptance."
      NO! I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive!
      After, she let out another cry, she said "Goodbye, my baby boy." I felt her set my limp body back down. I hear footsteps fading away, and getting louder indicating he was now on my left side.
       My mother was hysterical, as I hear the doctor fiddle with a plug.
      Suddenly, like a hand snatched air from my lungs, I couldn't breathe. I try to gasp but can't.
      "Help! Help! I'm not dead! I'm conscious!"
       Even though my eyes are closed, I started seeing a bright light.
                 

                   The End

Author's Note:
Hello, I hope you enjoyed my short horror story. I will update maybe every once in a while. No post schedule unless I blow up ( very unlikely).