yeah...its just something im kinda workin on...if it sucks hard, plz leave a comment saying that so i don't waste my time on continuing something that will be a waste. (btw, this is only the beginning part, i hav more, but like i said, if it sucks, im not gonna bother w/ it)
“Aiden.” I stirred and slowly opened my eyes to the person prodding my side. “It’s still so early…look; the stars are in plain view.” “No, it’s time. She’s passing into the other world as we speak.” Upon hearing these words, I jumped up. Trystan put a steady hand on my shoulder. “Are you going to be able to do this?” I nodded. “She’s our last shot at winning.”
It was a beautiful day. The window was open and the curtains were tied back. I felt a cool breeze against my face. This makes week 16…4 months of being in this cursed hospital. I sighed, lifting up a pathetic, weak hand to touch the breeze. It died down, and I let my hand fall limply back to my side. I knew it was ending. My life, dreams, hopes, everything. For so long I’ve fought this disease. The doctors had no idea what it was. They only knew how to numb a little of the physical pain. With my other hand, I searched for my little stuffed bunny, Franklin. When my fingers felt his soft fur, I gripped hi m tightly, bringing him to my chest. I stroked a soft patch of his fur right in between his eyes. That little patch of fur has always been a sort of childish comfort. I heard the doctors discussing things with my wealthy Aunt Bethel who pitied me and decided to fund my treatment. It really wasn’t a treatment, just something to ease my pain. It didn’t help eliminate whatever was eating away at my health. I was very thankful though. I would be living in torture if it weren’t for these kind women. Dr. Johnson then came in with Aunt Bethel. “Ava dear, how are you feeling?” She took a seat by my bed and reached over to push some hair away from my face. “I’m doing fine, Auntie. A little weak, but nothing hurts.” This was true. Today wasn’t a bad day at all. There was just a throbbing in my arms and shoulders. “I want to talk to you seriously right now, Ava.” She looked directly into my eyes. I knew she wasn’t going to tell me I was dying. Not for the fact that I already knew that, but because she was a rather compassionate woman. “Ava, your mother loved you so very much. Even when your father walked out on her, I remember her constantly telling me that she wasn’t going to do the same to you. She wanted the best for you, and she said she’d give you love enough to cover the lack of your father’s. Why she disappeared, I don’t know. But all she ever had was good intentions for you, and she never meant to cause you pain.” I smiled, placing my hand upon hers. “I know, Auntie.” Tears began to fill her eyes. “Bless you, child. You don’t deserve to be miserable anymore.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead. I wrapped my arms around her neck to give her a soft hug, and afterwards, she told me to get some rest and went out of the room. The doctor came and began preparing his medical tools. I knew what he was going to do. I wouldn’t last more than ten minutes at this point, I could feel it. He was going to put me to sleep so that I could die painlessly. He walked over, syringe in hand. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the point against my skin. Complete, velvet darkness overtook me.
Kysanna · Thu Jul 10, 2008 @ 09:20pm · 5 Comments |