Isnt it amazing, nobody know what nothing is. No matter how hard you try, theres always something, even if it is simply a label. There is never nothing. I have always wondered what nothing felt like, i mean, it has to feel like something. If i were to ever experience the feeling of nothing, it would have to be right now.
"The nurses will take good care of him, he is in good hands," I tell Cherry, not believing the words that are coming out of my mouth. At this point, im trying to convince myself that Al will be okay. Repeating what the nurse told me earlier doesnt help me or Cherry.
"They said that the last time," she said with tears streaming down her face. Whatever makeup she had on earlier has been washed away by sadness and salt water. Her normally pinned up hair is hanging down past her shoulders in loose tendrils, swaying with each sob.
"I pray to the Lord that Al will be okay," says Al's father. His shirt is stained from tears that he tried desperately to hide. Each tear blooms on his shirt as it falls slowly, too slowly as we wait to see if their son, their own flesh and blood is currently living.
I hear the nice lady walk into the room, she sits down and says something. Cherry nods and grabs Mr. Munstrof's hand. They walk. I think im supposed to go as well. I begin to walk.
"And he should be alive for about twenty four more hours, on life support that is. Shall we discuss what to do afte--" the lady pauses.
She has been interupted by Frank and Beedy.
"Hey guys, why the long faces? Im just here to see Al," Beedy said. When she realized something was wrong she stopped dead in her tracks.
It was Cherry who broke the silence.
"Al... Al is... dying." she said. No tears this time. Just denial.
She licked her lips as if saying the obvious tasted different.
Frank dropped his flowers from the hospital gift shop.
"What, you mean, Al is going to... Die?" he said as if we were joking.
"Yes, i am so sorry. He is in room 109. We can wake him up for the last few hours, for some closure if you will." she said as she started to walk towards his room.
I thought about revolting, saying there had to be more that could be done. In the end, we all die, some of us sooner than others.
The feeling of nothing has been replaced with depression, sadness and guilt.
I murdered Al, and nobody knows but me.
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Tales of the Smarty Pants
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