I opened my eyes again and Choco was beside me, wagging her tail and licking me, trying to ignore that something terrible happened. I tried to, too, but it was impossible when doctors were all over the place. My surroundings were mostly brick walls and dead ends, but beside me stood a statue of a young man who died at the age of 20, Houston Harvard, and he was known for his scientific discovery that revoked doctor science. Some said he was too young to discover that, others think he's a hero. He was born in 1890 and died in 1910 due to a car crash on the way to work. That's what the story tells. Currently, it's 1998. It's been 88 years since his death, but every fellow citizen is forced to attend a ceremony on March 25, doesn't matter what day of the weekend it is, to appreciate Houston Harvard's life, and appreciate his discoveries. I don't believe he ever existed, but he must be so special to even be a statue at the manager's office.
"Houston Harvard," Sighed a young girl, who seemed like 13 years old, "My great-great-grandfather."
When I turned around to face her and frowned, I saw her blonde hair with white bangs and green eyes, I approached her.
"Sarah?" I tapped her shoulder wondering if I would be embarrassed or not.
"Oh, hi," Sarah sighed, looking at his statue, "Historically he was a mayor hero to this town, he is gone now, way too young."
"I agree," I said, although I don't admire him, I don't want to disappoint a friend.
In front of me, is what everyone calls, the endless hallway. Someone said there was an end to it, and she witnessed Houston Harvard's soul and he was nice, not terrifying. She is presently a legend, Dr. Julianne Contreras, but everyone called her Dr. Contreras. She died 4 years ago of a heart attack because, officers claim, she had the worst nightmare in history and only 1 in 1 billion can get it. I felt sorry for her since I was some of the people in the crowd who listened to her story, about how she found his soul.
"Why are you in the hospital?" Sarah asked.
"Cindy got hit by a car," I said, holding back tears, "What about you?"
"My brother Joseph broke his leg," She said, "Wait! Oh my god! Is she okay?"
"Hopefully," I sighed.
"By the way, did you find Choco-Banano?" She asked out of the blue.
"Licking me right now, actually," I said, looking down towards Choco, trying to smile, but finding it difficult and eventually just giving up.
"She looks beautiful," Sarah said, as she kneeled to stroke her, Choco-Banano backed away and barked loudly.
"Hey, don't worry! She's a friend, her name is Sarah," I said, while kneeling and talking to her, sighing, I stood back up and hugged my mom. I turned to look at her and said, "Mom? Is Cindy going to be okay?"
"Let's pray to god," She said, tears spilling down her cheeks and heading down to her chin, "Meanwhile, should we leave? It seems too much of... you know, sadness right now..."
"No, mom," I refused as I realized my shoes were untied. I kneeled and tied them and stood back up, "I want to know how Indy is!" I realized I accidentally ate her initial, "I mean, how Cindy is!" Mom looked up and down, then stared at a picture hung on the wall, and then turned towards me, but never answered, "Mom? Please can we stay? I want to see Cindy."
"Not possible," Mom quickly responded and sat back down in her chair, "No."
"Why not?" I asked, sitting down beside her.
"Because you will be traumatized," Then she quickly changed the response, "Because mom says so and you shall comply or there will be consequences. You know you don't want them."
