Those Subway Stairs
I cry as I try to get up. My hands are scraped with pebbles stuck inside the wound. My knees are gushing. Every time I bend them it cracks open again. I look up and people are staring at me. There is an old couple shaking their head and snickering. I have done this before but last time nothing happened. This time I fell down the concrete stairs leading down to the subway train. I know I shouldn’t be on my phone while walking but I had a text from my mom. She wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. I am awake but barely hanging on to consciousness. All I can feel is the warm blood drying on my face and the airbag in my chest. I can feel my lungs trying to take a breath. Oh my God, it hurt so badly. I keep asking God to save me because I am stuck; I can’t move. I look down and realize I am not stuck; why can’t I move? I am sitting here stuck for what feels like forever. All I can think about is the day I fell in the subway stairs. You would have thought I would have learned my lesson. If I can’t walk and text then why did I think I could text while driving? Finally the ambulance arrives. The fire fighters claw open my car roof. The EMTS bring me out and place me on the gurney. I tell them that I can’t feel my legs. They stabilize my neck and body and rush me to the E.R. We get there. I am in and out of consciousness. When I wake up I feel good. I’m lying in the hospital bed and look to my right. My mom is crying. I try to ask her what is wrong but my lips were so dry just a croak came out. My mom saw I was awake and ran over to hug me, still crying. I am paralyzed. I will never be able to walk again. I will never be able to play soccer. I will never be able to dance at prom. And I will never be able to walk down the wedding aisle. All of this pain and suffering for the fact that I thought I was invincible. One stupid text message ruined my life. Why did I look at my phone? And most importantly why didn’t I learn my lesson on those subway stairs?