I approach the large metal door. Above the door was a plastic sign, black with white lettering, not in fancy fonts, just big bold letters in all caps. My teary eyes fall to the small window in the middle of the door, and there she lay. Crowded with nurses around, each doing something different to keep the monitor going. My heart started racing, counting every second that was passing until they would let me see her. The sound of the monitor slowed down, beeping every 4 seconds now, and then it stopped…
I ran into the room, hopeless to help. I felt the cleanliness rise up my nose. The walls scratched from the thousands of trolleys that have bumped into them and left their mark. Sprinting to get to the bed, while the sound of beeping monitors splashed down on me like a waterfall. And I walked towards the lifeless body. The wires and plastic tubes were attached to the body like ropes, keeping her together, ending inside her body. There was a thin constant sound haunting me. I waited for the heart monitor to work again, but it remained at a constant beep. I then took one last look at her, strands of hair covering her pale face. A huge lump was building in my throat  that I couldn’t hold back anymore, tears blurring my vision. I felt the cold turquoise walls closing in on me; trapping me.
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My head started spinning, and I was back. Listening to the radio, my dad on the steering wheel, my mom sitting next to him, singing along. Her soft voice moved the car in a calming rhythm. The music got louder and louder, every beat striking my eardrums harder every time, my heart started rising, and I could feel the goosebumps build along my arms. Suddenly rain started pouring down onto the car, first a few drops, but after 5 minutes it was impossible to see the road in front of us. The rain got stronger by the minute, as if the clouds let go and shed a thousand tears, covering the earth like a blanket. Dim yellow lights were visible in the distance ahead of us, but it was impossible to make out the figure due to the amount of hail and rain. The figure approached us and got bigger and bigger, until the rusty metal truck was completely visible. And then it happened, the sudden hit launched me out of my seat, my head hitting the one in front of me. The pain was unbearable, but while it was taking over my head, I tried looking around, searching for my parents, but my vision was blurred. I managed to drag myself out of the crashed car, feeling my muscles ache with every movement. When I got around the car, I saw her. Lying on the ground. I tried. Screamed for help, but nothing escaped my mouth. Her dark brown eyes wide open, looking up to the grey, dull sky. Teardrops were falling onto her skin, rolling down and soaking her hair. Trembling, I reached for her pale cold hands, trying to shake her to wake up. Her face was white, as if it lost all its color, and instead of my mom lying there, it was a figure I couldn't recognize anymore.