“BANG!” I snap my eyes open and instinctively jump to my feet. Turning my head in one rapid movement, I am faced with the image of my mother standing ashen in the hallway, her white knuckles plastered on the doorframe. The voices chuckle at the sight of her. She wears dark shadows under her eyes. Her once healthy, glowing skin and sparkling eyes are now an image of the past. Does she know she was meant to be caught in the fire, holding onto her beloved husband and daughters? They were meant to be sitting here, not me.
“Oh my dear River… What have you done to yourself?”
She edges closer, taking a step forward. I take a step back as if we are dancing the tango. Confusion replaces horror as she watches the raging fire ignite within my eyes. Everything is her fault! She ignored all my pleas for help. She turned her back on me. None of this would have happened if she had listened, but she stands there now with her arms crossed, looking at me with sympathy, speaking unspoken words that I am weak…but I am strong! I have survived!!
Yet the flames of anger grow stronger within me, raving at the voices to unravel. They strike at my blood. I can feel their poisonous venom run through my veins. I have to get out of here before they have full control. I leap forward towards my mum, pushing her to the side. The nurses see my escape in advance. Vaulting to the door, they block my exit.
A needle comes towards me.
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River Pyre
Conto' "BANG!" I snap my eyes open and instinctively jump to my feet. Turning my head in one rapid movement, I am faced with the image of my mother standing ashen in the hallway, her white knuckles plastered on the doorframe. The voices chuckle at the si...
