We're Waiting for You - Part 3 (1958 hits)
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Submitted by JMG114 (View user info) at 2006-08-29 11:20:13 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92203
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/92250
Robert and Noah's mother arrived first. As she knelt over John's body, Noah stayed quiet while Robert couldn't stop talking.
"Should we move him to the road so that the ambulance will see us? Did you call Dad? How about John's parents, did you call them, too? Is Dad on his way? Is John going to be okay? What's wrong with—"
The petite Lara Houghton silenced her son with a yelled, "Robert!" then proceeded to give John CPR. Her knowledge of CPR's proper technique was limited to what she had seen on broadcast television doctor shows, so she alternated hitting his chest and breathing into his mouth.
When Noah watched his mother pressing her mouth to John's, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Robert quickly elbowed his younger brother.
"Noah, didn't you hear Mom? Help us bring him closer to the road!"
While this was occurring, John was pounding his fists and tearing his nails into his defunct body, desperate to re-enter his corpse.
"Let me in!" he screamed, "Let me in! What's happening? Why can't you hear me? Mommy! Mommy, where are you? I just want to get back in! Let me in! Let me in!"
No one heard him, and the three carried him with some effort to the side of the road. John tried to hold them back, pulling in vain on his body, which had taken on a strange consistency of wet steel. The ambulance arrived.
As two paramedics jumped out of the vehicle, Lara's cell phone rang. She picked it up, her hands and voice shaking as she spoke.. "Emily," she began, "The ambulance just got here. We brought him over to them—what? No, I think he's unconscious. Okay. I'll tell them."
Lara looked up at the medics. "He's diabetic."
John had been screaming at Lara since she had picked up the phone. "Mom! Mom, it's me! Give me the phone! Tell her I'm all right! I'm all right! Let me talk to her! Give me the phone! Mommy, I'm all right!"
The paramedics performed a more proper CPR. A black Buick swung around the corner and skidded to a sharp halt onto the sidewalk. Lara closed her cell phone as John's parents, Sid and Emily Morgan, jumped out of the car and ran over to their son's body.
"Sir," one of the paramedics instructed, "You'll have to step back—"
Sid, a dark-haired bear of a man, shoved at the paramedic. "Don't tell me to step back, damn it! That's my son!"
The pale Emily clutched at her husbands flannel sleeve and bit her lip. She started to cry. "John! John! Please God, please, please, please! God almighty, please take me. Just take me, please!"
Noah and Robert stared at their friend's mother. Lara put her arm around Emily while Sid turned to the boys. "What happened?" he barked.
Robert and Noah flinched. Robert said, "W-we were p-playing tag and then we couldn't find him and then we found him on the ground—"
"Jesus Christ!" Sid yelled, and the boys jumped back farther, "Don't you remember what we told you? All three of you? John is diabetic! Running around will kill him! Didn't you understand me? It will kill him!"
"Sid!" Lara yelled, "Don't yell at my boys! We all should've been watching them closer. This isn't their fault."
Sid gave Robert and Noah a last dark glance. "We'll see," he muttered, then turned back to the paramedics, who were using a defibrillator on his son.
"Clear!" one of them shouted before applying the paddles.
Emily sank to her knees and pounded at the ground. "God, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! God almighty! Take me! Take me! Don't do this! Don't do this! Don't take my little boy! God, please!"
Sid knelt alongside his wife and watched as the paramedics vainly attempted resuscitation. Noah threw his arms around his mother's waist and buried himself into her stomach, crying. Robert stepped closer to his mother, but could no longer speak.
John was screaming at his parents. He tried pushing them, pulling them, hugging them, and hitting them. He felt the slow sensation of putting his hands through thick dough every time he touched them. They didn't notice.
All sound faded away as he watched his mother shaking his dead body, his father again asking the paramedic if he was sure that his son was dead, his two friends crying under their mother's arms, and the small crowd of spectators who had gathered together along the sidewalk. A police car coasted into the scene. There was a blur of blues, reds, and greens, swirling together into deepest, deepest black. John felt weak and the urge to vomit nearly overwhelmed him.
He repeated his mother's name in his head over and over. He pictured his older sister as best as he could. He didn't even notice that he had sank to his knees.
What he did notice amidst all the chaos, finally sliding his hands away from his face, was the large white wolf staring at him from the yard across the street.
- To Be Continued -
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Submitted by I_love_Kracka (user info) at 2007-02-04 22:24:52 EST (#)
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-09-02 23:43:15 EDT (#)
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I was going to say that you probably could have condensed this and the last one together, but the last paragraph was good.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2006-09-02 23:09:51 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-08-30 05:51:36 EDT (#)
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I missed this the other day. It's a really good read.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-08-29 17:26:37 EDT (#)
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rating the poster and not the post
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-08-29 16:25:54 EDT (#)
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Submitted by loki (user info) at 2006-08-29 15:16:12 EDT (#)
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well done
Submitted by ticklish_squirrel (user info) at 2006-08-29 14:44:48 EDT (#)
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Very good!
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2006-08-29 13:27:19 EDT (#)
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don't suppose you have the entire thing as a .doc?
apollo88.at.gmail.com if you do.
cheers
Submitted by Uberjunkie (user info) at 2006-08-29 12:19:05 EDT (#)
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keep going.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2006-08-29 12:16:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Beano312003 (user info) at 2006-08-29 11:54:51 EDT (#)
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Oh.... Nice little tempter in the last paragraph for the next edition.
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2006-08-29 11:24:47 EDT (#)
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