White gloomy walls that seemed to have hovered over their victims who knew every crack of them, every scratch. From patient souls who had awaited hopefully peaceful endings, entrusting all their flinging secrets to their very fondations who had kept them prisoners.
A girl with a long blonde hair which curled up only at the ends to add to the already angelic like face and figure walked happily down the corridors, greeting each person she met with. Green eyes that absorbed everything around them, capturing each movement to remember for the time they had been promised. Leia was the name written in dark ink on the bed post which the girl much disliked. "Labeled as an animal" she'd think to herself, but would she actually have guessed it right? Leia was a girl of a rich background, her family able enough to support not only itself, but at least the two to three new generations to come after it, yet Leia knew, she wasn't to be the one to continue it. The girl had been born ill, her angelic like demeanor was caused by the sickness that made her body all the more fragile, trapped in time in itself that was to never age beyond what it was given. Even after she had turned ten, her whole figure remained that of an at max five year old child, her eyes have kept their glimmer ever since her first breath and she was to keep it in that way until her very last. She never knew the world beyond what she had seen it, she didn't have the chance to and knew she couldn't of have it in this lifetime either.
Her parents who had all they needed to pass through such tragedy had long forgotten the existence of their very first daughter, only being reminded of it by the monthly notice of the medical bills they were charged from the hospital. They purposely sent Leia off even further away from themselves after her biological mother gave birth to the girl's younger brother. Of course, Leia wouldn't have ever been allowed to face her little siblings as they grew in number and in distance.
Faced with the pity of such life, the nurses who were in charge of checking up on her have took it on themselves to try and raise the child on their own. Leia would often think how the kind ladies were more than enough to replace the presence of a mother's warmth, one she didn't have the chance to experience.
As she grew though, her loneliness began to do so as well. The bony hands which vains looked as if some kid drew lines on it trembled beneath the weight of the drip she carried around whenever she went.
She was like a bird, caged, to only dream of the endless sky above her as her feathers slowly fell, one after another.
- Leia! A letter! - Annie, one of the nurses that took care of the girl ever since she was a child stood happily on the doorframe, waiting to be allowed in. Leia didn't have the strenght to even utter a few words. There were days such as this one, when she would be forcibly tied on the bed and not to torture her, but to keep her from wandering around like she'd do every day, visiting the other patients to talk with, having silly tea parties, without tea or any biscuits since they were prohibited for her.
- Here it is! - the middle aged lady with her hair in a bun walked into the room, standing over the bed of Leia. Her hands were always gentle and careful, especially when it came to Leia, who was the first patient she ever had to attend to and take care of. The girl smiled slightly to her own thoughts as she tried to raise her hand which was not wrapped up in the white cloth that went over her blanket and her other arm which did not have the drip attached to it. Annie, having quickly noticed the intentions of the child brought the letter to her face level.
- Can you give me the honor? - the nurse chuckled, gaining the sight of Leia who nodded in agreement.
Annie opened the letter and started reading it aloud. With each word that had escaped her chapped lips from forgetting her own needs as a human, the figure that stood confidently started to slump. At the last sentence she had tensed, her gaze falling worriedly on the green eyes who couldn't possibly meet hers.
- I'm sorry to have read this to you, Leia. I think they might of been mistaken! It surely isn't the case, they maybe were given a wrong information or some misunderstanding accured! - Annie tried to excuse the sharp like thrown stones words at a glass like skin that would inevitably cut whenever they landed, deep wounds occuring from a contact the girl hoped to be filled with love and comfort. Who would have thought the thing to hurt most in life would be the message of the people who brought you to this world, weak, left you alone to suffer for the ending days you had that already started counting since your first filling of your not so well functioning lungs would be the last words of goodbyes on a funeral they were not even to attend?
That letter contained their goodbyes to Leia, their daughter and sister and the insane amount of what seemed to buy you life or in this case death. They said goodbye to their dead child. But as it seemed, to the child they wished to have died already.
Leia, as petite as her figure was and as broken and wounded as it looked to be managed to break even more. A scream, so agonizing it sounded as if her vocal strings would break any moment escaped her lips. Her eyes were closed shut and Annie could swear the sparkles to them were to never be seen again.
From a sunny day, once filled with hope, it was needed only one cloud to gloomily cover the only source of happiness one angelic soul had before it.
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Water lilies bloom in dark waters too
Short Story"That girl, she had nothing beyond her own reality in the face of imagination to keep her craving for life. From her plain white room, from a bed that had been accustomed to her, she had nothing, but a window to look out through, to longingly stare...
