11
Farlen
I was dreaming about Connor and bacon. He kept putting bacon in my mouth, smiling at me and calling me a good girl. But then I got interrupted by the pressure on me, and the air being forced into me again. My body feels weak; I wasn’t able to sleep long enough. I’m too tired to open my eyes and my body feels heavy. This time, though, I can hear what is going on around me. There is someone saying numbers. Someone is breathing heavily and saying, “come on, come on.” Someone else says “clear!” The pushing and air stops, and then I feel my body lifting off the bed. I feel hands on my neck. Then the pushing and air starts again. I think I heard someone say my name? Is Farlen my name? Who would know it? Connor knows it! He said it to me while I was sleeping!
Trying to think to him that I’m tired and just want to sleep and to tell the people to stop pushing on me. I don’t think he can hear me though, because the pushing starts up again. I hear someone say “Get him the hell out of here, he shouldn’t be seeing this!” “Farlen! Don’t give up, keep fighting, sweetheart! Please don’t leave me!” That was Connor. But where does he think I’m going? I just want to sleep. What does he mean by fighting? I hear someone make an umph sound, and I feel a hand in mine, and they give me a hand hug.
“Please don’t leave me, sweetheart. I just found you. We still have so many years ahead of us. Please come back to me.” I hear Connor say near my ear. Why can’t he hear my thoughts? Usually, he knows what I’m thinking all the time. I still feel the hand on my own, giving it a big hand hug. I want to give it a hand hug, but I’m just so tired. Maybe he will come and give me more bacon.
“Time of death 8:48 Midsummer 21.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”