there's a story i want to share with all of you.
there was this little girl named Sor. she used to walk to school and she would always carry a diary with her. one day, while she was on her way to school, tragic struck. she was knocked down by a car. *pi po pi po - ambulance came and took her to the hospital*
the next thing she realized was this: there was a huge gate standing tall in front of her. darkness surrounded her, only a dim light, that's all. she could hear screaming. driven by her curiosity, she went nearer to the gate. then she heard this: "open the gate! let me out! torture me no more!" it was a woman's voice. upon finishing that sentence, Sor could hear her cry. her weeping voice faded away as the clankling of chains got louder.
Sor could her voices in her head.
"doc, her blood pressure is falling!"
"we'll save her, no matter the cost."
"she's leaving us!"
"stay with us, girl!" someone yelled.
back in the emergency unit, the entire situation was a perfect pandemonium, total chaos. nurses rushing in and out. doctors' yelling could be heard clearly. "ti... ti... ti..." "tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..." doctors tried everything to revive her.
"she's gone. we lost her."
"certified. time of death: 10.25pm."
a nurse covered the poor girl with a piece of white cloth. "rest in peace," she said.
she died.
-sanctuary of remorse-
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
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