1 Hour

Her hands were trembling as she held the piece of paper up to her face, they shook even more as she put it down. A pale lifeless face emerged. Her eyes were flooded with tears "One hour" she mumbled, every one in the hospital room looked at each other confused "One hour. One. Hour. One hour!" she said boiling up to a scream. People were still confused but I knew. I knew my life was over.

Every one left the room leaving my parents and I lone in the silence. My mother was crying her heart out while scrunching the piece of paper in her hands. The tears gushed down her pale cheeks staining the blanket. She was kneeling near my bedside with her head resting on my bed.
"It's alright mom, every thing happens for a reason and when I do ill be going into a better place" that's what I told her and what I kept telling myself. I comforted her, as we all knew that the seriousness of my injuries would never heal and it was only a matter of time. "At least we can spend my last days together" I said hiding my tears with a false smile. My dad held my hand looking at me with soft gentle eyes and shook his head. I looked back at him puzzled. "One hour" he said holding in his tears.

I felt my heart stop beating as it finally hit me that life and all its wonders would suddenly stop in a mere sixty minutes! I didn't know how to react I couldn't help but stare into space. My parents hugged me and kissed my forehead goodbye. The next thing I knew was that the priest was next to me sitting on a chair I stared at him still partially in a daze.
"Child? Hello child? What’s your name? Look, I'm father Morris and I want to help you." he said calmly
"help me?" I said thinking, that sounds oddly familiar.
"Yes, tell me your sins and may the lord do the rest,” he said smiling, glad that I responded. Help me that sounds so familiar but this is not the time to be wasting time thinking about little things. Thus I immediately started to reflect on my whole life starting from the point when I was Baptisted. However as I was thinking I could feel my body deteriorating, I felt it getting weaker and weaker. I quickly thought of everything and anything that I have done and regretted and that I knew that it was evil. The abundance of it all overwhelmed me, I was truly remorseful for everything I had done even if it was something small. I felt like I had just murdered someone. The grief felt as if it was boiling inside of me, burning my soul away. It was too much to keep inside so let it out just as every one else would do, in tears. I told the priest every thing I thought of, he gave me penance and absolution, prayed and left the room. I felt extremely relieved after that.

I was alone in the room to do my penance. Still feeling very weak I was able to think about what the priest said that sounded so familiar "help me" I knew that it had something to do with my injuries. But all I knew was that I have been really sick for the past month due to high blood pressure, but I know that there was something more to what my parents had been telling me, and "help me" was the only clue I had to figuring out what had happened. As I thought more about it my head went into a daze I could see myself a month ago not bedridden, but free, playing with my sister in the garden suddenly I felt a staggering pain in my head like some one had pierced a spoon into my brain and scooped a piece of it out. I saw myself scream and grab my head struggling to find something that could support me as I lost my balance and fell flat onto the floor. Then in my dream I saw a flash of white and saw little glimpses of what had happened in he past month, I saw myself crying in the hospital room screaming “help me”, I saw my parents arguing about money, I saw the doctor giving me anesthetics, I saw myself in school again, and then falling to the floor. When another bright light and I found myself back in to the hospital room.

Every one came back into the room. They had thought that I had died when I had my dream
"I know what you did for me" I whispered to my dad he looked at me puzzled "you borrowed money for my surgery didn’t you?" I asked,
"how did you know?" he questioned
"I found it out" I answered with a cheeky smile. He called my mother and whispered something into her ear she shook her head and looked at me.
"I am so sorry I caused all this" I apologized
"It's alright. If it meant having you for even just a while longer it was worth it" they replied,
"so what was the surgery for?" I asked tiredly
"you had high blood pressure and an artery in your brain broke because of it, but the surgery didn't do much because we found out too late, after a month you still didn't get any better and you fainted“ my dad explained as a tear rolled down my mums cheek again. I started to feel too weak to even speak, I nodded to tell them that I understood everything and they let the other family members to say goodbye to me.

When all the goodbyes were done the priest blessed me and left. I only had two things to say left which were to my parents "thank you" I said tiredly and finally "I love you" I whispered draining all my strength to smile and with that I closed my eyes and fell asleep but this time when I wake up I was in paradise waiting for them to join me.