This story is based off of my brother's unconsciousness in the hospital. This is what they do.
Scott
Simkin felt surging pain, but he also knew that something was happening -
something he couldn’t explain. He could
feel himself slipping out of his wounded body and then saw his suffering body
gasping for every horrific breath. Scott knew that he had gotten to this point
in his life because of all his ghastly, foul, vile demons.
Scott
looked around at his surroundings and realized that he was in an airport. He
had never been to this particular airport, but didn’t all airports look the
same? The airport was abandoned. It had this eerie feeling about it. Scott was
walking up the dead escalators when he spotted a man coming toward him and
realized he was cantering with great purpose in his step.
“Hello” he said with a sultry voice.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Scott asked in a frantic voice.
But all the man would do is chuckle and shuffle away. In a very confused manner
Scott paraded after the strange man.
“Your life Scott Simkin, is going to be shown to you. Pay
close attention to you feelings and actions.”
Middle
school comes to Scott’s mind. He remembered this day. Scott was in the
lunchroom with his buddies when one of them pulled out a bag. Scott knew that
today would be the day he was going to use the contents in the bag. Not because
he wanted to, but because he told himself he needed to. And Scott’s “friends”
definitely gave him many reasons to try it. Scott justified it like he had done
with all his other so called “choices”. It was okay, no one would ever find
out. They wouldn’t. And that faithful day of middle school was the day Scott
tried the poison that would bring about his ugly destruction.
Scott knew
his life was made up of a million of these moments, when he was too weak to stand
up for something he knew to be true. He felt these demons all his life.
The next moment Scott saw was April
13th, 2008. Scott was a senior in high school, and his family was
oblivious to all the wars that had been going on in his head. This day Scott
was with his girlfriend when his friends “lit one up”. Scott realized for the
first time that the gnawing feeling he had experienced every other time he’d had
to make a choice between right and wrong was finally gone. He was grateful for that.
To
understand Scott, you had to understand Scott’s family. He had a very pleasing, well off family. He had good parents with Dad serving as a
bishop and Mom a great lady. Scott was the oldest of four children - a younger
brother, and two sisters idolized what Scott did everyday. Scott’s family
members were his favorite people as they were the ones to help keep the demons
under control.
Suddenly Scott’s mind floated to
one of the many wonderful Sunday nights at his house and all of the happiness
he felt there. Scott loved how on this Sunday night, they made no bake cookies,
sang and danced to Les Miserable while doing the dishes and laughed a lot. Scott felt right for a while again.
But no
matter how happy he felt at home, Scott never got rid of his demons. Despite
the love he felt for his family, the demons were starting to become a daily
horror for Scott until one day when Scott met the love of his life. Her name
was Sam and she was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. His mind
traveled to the first time they met. She was crying on his shoulder about her
ex-boyfriend, and he realized this girl was more than he could ever ask for.
His brain moved to their wedding day and he realized this had been the happiest
day of his life.
Sam made
life bearable for Scott for the longest time. Yet as his life continued to
unfold, Scott knew what was coming and he was dreading it. The day of Scott’s
reckoning was coming into view, but before he let it, he pleaded with his
mysterious partner, “Why are you showing me this day? Any day but this one.”
The man just looked at Scott with
sadness in his eyes.
“You must experience this pain to
know the joy you could have.”
Scott was lying
in his hospital bed. His beautiful, loving
wife and sweet family surrounded him while his mangled body clutched onto each
breath. Scott knew that he had screwed up to the point of no repair. He had
never felt so much anguish, remorse, and misery in his life. He could feel all
of the sadness in that room - all the excruciating pain, all the agonizing
regret, and all the heartache from every single loved one in that hospital
room.
From close
by Scott could hear his strange escort begin to speak.
“Scott, you have had many
unbearable demons in your life and now is the time for you to make a very
important decision.” He continued, “This airport represents a place where
people only temporarily stay. There are two planes leaving soon. One will return back to your life -back to
your demons, back to the consequences of your choices, but also to your loved
ones and the sweet times with them.”
Then he looked at Scott with those
same longing, loving eyes. “The second one will travel to quite a different
place where you, my dearest Scott, can progress and become the best person you
should be. It may seem easier, but you won’t be with your loved ones. You have
to realize, that sometimes the best thing to do for someone is to let them go.”
Scott Simkin chose that day. His
family misses him very much.
