Searching For Peace
I could remember the last day of my life as Shiloh. I was driving my jeep with my friends downtown, we were unapolegetically loud. Then out of nowhere a car T-bones into the driver side. In the hospital all I could feel was a throbbing in my spine, later learned I had become paralyzed. I was lucky until they found internal bleeding. I was already dead in some parts of my body, so it was no shock that I would die soon after. My mother cried and cried. She went on rambling when she thought I couldn't hear, about how my father had left and now she’s going to be gone. She spoke to herself and swore she was going to end it after I had passed. She couldn't take it. What a careless mistake I had made, going out with friends, feeling immortal, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I couldn't even speak to her, reassure her or tell her to stop. I was so distant already but what could I do. I closed my eyes and was dragged into death later that day.