Spookychild’s writings

Douglas was less than a mile away from home. The road was curvy here and narrowed. He slowed down to 25 and took the curves easy. He didn’t want to take any chances. But he didn’t know. There was a truck coming towards him from the opposite direction. The driver was falling asleep at the wheel. He was from out of state and was trying to get home that night. He had been driving over 36 hours without sleep. But it was his wives birthday the next day. He wanted to get there early and surprise her. The only reason he was on that road at all was his GPS had given it a distance of a few miles less than taking the freeway, and nearly 5 minutes shorter than going around.

It was a blind curve. Mr. Piotter let his eyes close and he was almost asleep. He went over the yellow line while turning the blind curve. One inch two inches. Half a foot. A foot.

Douglas came around the curve and saw him headed his direction. Douglas turned his wheel too fast in an attempt to get out of his way. He could have missed the truck and have stayed on the road. But he Turn his wheel, too much, over correcting his coarse.

Mr. Piotter woke up and saw Douglas and turned the wheel, steering his truck back into his lane. But Douglas was already headed towards the embankment.

Douglas’s motorcycle went off the road and down the step slope. He managed to miss half a dozen trees on the way down the slope. But finally he smashed into a large oak. Douglas wasn’t killed on impact. He was thrown backwards up the incline a distance coming to rest nearer to the road than where his bike lay in a mangled heap.

The truck had come to a grinding halt and the driver Mr. Piotter was frantically calling for help already. Douglas was still alive on his back, gazing upward. He couldn’t feel anything. Not his hands, not his feet, not anything. “I wonder why I don’t feel pain?” He asked himself silently. He tried to move his hand to his face. But he failed.

He could see the leaves above him faintly as they moved across his field of vision. He could see the stars beyond the trees. The stars Smoot his heart. He had never been a star gazer. But in this instant he felt like he had missed something by never noticing them before. He wished suddenly he had done more in his life. He wished he had chosen to accomplish more and somehow had made a more significant impact on his neighbors and friends. His parents, he couldn’t leave them. But he was going to leave them. He knew that was how this was going to end. He knew that he was going to die. He didn’t want to. But there was no other way. It was too late to stop it.

His mom. He loved his mom. He was most like his mom, in temperament and in his heart. But he loved his dad too. He wished now he had done as his dad had asked. Now he would never would be able to.

The ambulance arrived as Douglas lost conscientiousness. They got him to the hospital before he died. He was the emergency room table when his heart went into flat line.

Douglas’s last thoughts as a living breathing human were, “and I have never even been in love.”