Burn up

My short story

This was for my English exam
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I had no energy to move. Fire...was all that I could see. My mother sat slouched, unconscious in her seat. My sister halfway through the window shield. The sound of sirens echoed lightly in the distance. My eyes reluctantly slid closed as the smoke grew thicker.

My eyes shot open, breathing still ragged as a curt call of my name ripped me from my suffocating trance. It was a monotone voice, one which everyone here seemed to possess. The sound was dull and repetitive, much like that of an alarm clock.

My name had probably been called for the third or fourth time now before it fully register.
I shot up out of my seat "Y-yeah that's me!" I hurriedly stuttered, a bad habit of mine, my eyes landed on an older lady, probably in her late fifty's. She did not seem pleased with me; her harsh glare made me flinch.

As I followed the nurse out of the tense atmosphere of the cramped waiting room and down yet another dull corridor, I realized the fatigue and reluctance to move that my body held.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, the nurse paused in her stride, muttering something about room 21 before taking her leave.

I looked up at the partially open door which lead to another bland room, I noticed how the doors' colour had changed over time, going from it's pristine white to a now off cream, I grimaced in disgust at it before using my sleeve to edge open the door enough for me to slide in.

Once inside the small room my eyes quickly focused on the pale figure in front of me, whose plaid skin could easily rival the white sheets around her.

I took a cautious almost testing step towards her, minding the vast amount of tubes and wires  twisting along the floor like strangling vines, that connecting her to the loud beeping machines.

I reached out but before my hand could grasp hers the scene around me melted away revealing a once busy highway, now wrapped in blue police tape; the mangled wreck of a large truck and an almost unrecognizable car lay in the middle.

I instantly recognised the aqua car that was my mothers. Seeing a figure through the windscreen, I hastily ducked under the maze of tape and rushed towards the wreck. Once I neared I gasped loudly at the sight, it was me! I was gazing at my own limp body, hanging out of the shattered spears of glass.

As I tried to collect my thoughts the sound of sirens grew louder, almost deafening,  a sharp pain overcomes my body and my vision fades as I'm sucked  into darkness.

The sirens sharp noise morphed into a steady and repetitive beep, my hearing fades in and out as I caught parts of a conversation. I tried to open my eyes or move something but my body wouldn't comply, so I simply listened.

"We apologise Mrs James but we have done all we can for your son, but now it is up to him to". I hear a soft sigh come from the male voice which was speaking less than a minute ago and the echoing sobs coming from my mother. I now recognize the quiet soothing voice calming her down as my sister, Hannah.

The beeping of the machine began to lull me back into sleep as the sobs and voices became nothing but white noise and the main sound was that of my steady heartbeat as my mind fell blank.