On the Spot #1

This is a on the spot story. Got a muse and started to write. No plot was planned and I was just writing what was on my mind. Sorry for the bad pace and choppy flow but I hope you like it.

The wind chills my spine as I watch the leaves blow around the yard. I start kicking the leaves as I watch the piles grow larger and larger. I zip my jacket farther up and pull my hands in my sleeves.  I listen to the gentle crunch of the leaves and the light sound of the traffic in my small town.  The bus breaks the soft roar of traffic with its rumbling tires.
The doors open and I can hear the sound of children screaming. I walk in and take a seat in the middle of the bus. I put my ear buds in and I ignore the children all around me.  The bus ride goes slower than normal and on the way to the middle school we make our typical stops and head toward the school.  As we turn on the street to the school, I see the SUV come out of the neighborhood at full speed.  They lose control and head right for us. The bus driver pulls hard into the grass and the bus flips. I get sent across the aisle into the window. I crumble against the window and just close my eyes and pray it is all over.  The world fades to black.
When the light reaches my eyes once again, the sounds of sirens are everywhere and the lights are flashing.  I can see some blood around my head and I try not to move to fast. I begin to panic. "What happened to me?" I think to myself.
I hear "This looks bad.  I hope she is okay," from a near by cop.  His mouth doesn't move though and I am not sure what is going on.  Then all of a sudden my brain is over flowed with voices of the cops and fire men.  No one is talking all that loud and they are all busy trying to get the rest of the kids out of the bus. The rescue team rushes to my side and begins to start working on me.
"This is really bad, the worst of all," I hear from the guy on my right.  His mouth did not move but I could still hear him.  His face started to fad out and everything started to go black.
The next sight I see is the sterile white of the hospital wall.  I hear the soft rumble of the whispering nurses and doctors and the crying of families nearby.  I also hear the constant reminder of pain from the person next door.
My parents come rushing in and stand at my side.  The doctor comes in after, "Brain damage and some broken bones," I hear as he reads the file.
"How bad is the brain damage?" I ask him.
"How did you know about that?" he asks in reply.
"I heard you say it. Didn't you say that I have brain damage and some broken bones?"
"No, I was thinking that as I read your file," he say back to me, starting to walk away from me.
My parents backed up some too and now I am really worried about what is going on.
"Give me one second to talk to another doctor and I will be right back," the doctor says to me.
The doctor comes in with another doctor and the start to whisper things back and forth and I can't hear a thing they are saying.  As they continue to whisper the world starts to fade black.
I keep going in and out of conscious and the doctors tell me next time I am awake that they can't operate on me or I will die. I have a chance of living for a year if they don't but it could only be a few days.
I stay in the hospital for many more days. The doctors voices always in my head. The thoughts of the patients nearby echo in my head too. My life became gradually less and less to live for and I could tell the end was near.  I was barely awake half the time and my brain was already dying.  The last thing I can type is this: How can my life be so dull until the day I have to die. This is the end and I feel to young to die in this dull and boring hospital. I wanted to live a long and full life but this is the end in now.