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know that I’m not forgotten
because to me, I am. I want to go
home and I want to remember,
but I can’t. I just can’t. There
are a few things, however, I do
remember from that night.
I was with my mom and we
were going home from some
place. I remember talking about
something like how I can’t
wait to go to some new store
that just opened, or something
of that nature. All I know is
that it was something new and
exciting. Then all the sudden I
felt like I was floating in the sky.
It was bright and sunny. I just
remember trying to find my way
out. I kept hearing, “Jane, come
back to me. Don’t leave me, Jane
come back!” I kept shouting
to the voice but somehow it
couldn’t hear me.
Then I just woke up, inhaling
deeply like I had just fallen
through a deep, dark hole that
leads to nowhere. I was awake
but I couldn’t move or open my
eyes. I was trapped. Something
happened after that but I don’t
remember; it’s blurry to me. I
just remember a buzz, a constant
buzz. Then it all just went blank.
And somehow I’m here today,
still living day by day as is my
mother. I’m gradually getting
better, which at least is a good
thing.
I was told the whole incident
happened when a drunk driver
hit our car. They said that his life
was taken and I just think that it
could have been me whose life
was lost. My life and dreams
could have been over. My seat
belt and the air bag, simple
everyday objects, saved my life.
Usually you hear about stories
and movies that the super hero
saves you at the last minute, but
in this case it was my seat belt
and air bag that was my super
hero. Well, time for my pills,
write you back soon!
APRIL 15TH (A month later)
Guess what?! I finally get
to go outside for the first time
in a while. I don’t get to leave
and go home, but at least I’m
getting closer to getting out of
my prison cell. It’s just a walk to
some people, but to me it’s like a
million dollars.
More people have come to visit
me. I finally remember the red
haired girl’s name, Maggie. There
was a school dance in dedication
of me. I was glad to hear from
Maggie that they are raising
money for families who have
been affected the same way my
family has been. It truly means a
lot to me.
HERE IS SOME MORE I REMEMBER
FROM THAT DREADFUL NIGHT:
A beam of light was coming
our way and my mom turned the
wheel to get out of the way and
we hit the median. The driver
was directly in the middle of
the road so he hit us anyway.
Even though the airbag popped
on, I still hit my head (this is
probably why I am suffering
brain damage). I can remember
the driver’s face, nearly passed
out and in fear. Then I remember
hearing sirens. I couldn’t move
and felt like I was burning. The
nice men were pushing tree
branches and trying to remove
me from the car.
When I was set on the gurney,
I remember trying to tell the
nice men to get me off, that I
was going to be fine, and that
everything will turn back to
normal. For some reason, I
couldn’t open my mouth or
move. They couldn’t hear me
either, and then more buzzing
occurred. The words “Jane come
back to me. Jane please don’t
leave me, please” occurred again.
Then I went into surgery. The
only thing after that I remember
is when I woke up. I felt like I
was floating among the stars.
Well it’s time for my walk!
Wish me luck!!!
P.S. Maggie said this guy
named Jason really wants to meet
me. I’ll give you more info about
that in tomorrow’s entry.
This has been an excerpt from
Jane’s journal. I hope this has
inspired you to not take your
life for granted. Some people
pray they could just be able to
go outside, have a home cooked
meal in their home, or even be
able to lie in their own bed in
their room. Eventually Jane will
be able to do these things, but
some people are unfortunate and
aren’t able to. So live each day
to the fullest and give thanks
for the little things, because
maybe someday your life will be
changed…forever.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Each issue of The
Peorian includes an original story
written by a local student from either
elementary, middle or high school
or college. By presenting students
the opportunity to have their work
published may help them gain
self-confidence and inspire them to
continue writing.
This edition’s student story was
written by Andrea Meier, a freshman
at Richwoods High School. She
wrote the story last year while at Von
Stueben Middle School and it was
selected the top Young Author story
for the school.