Saved from Silence

White

I have officially decided that I hate the color white.

White was the color of dreadful, wet snow.

White was the color of death on peoples faces.

White was the only thing I could use to describe the dull silence in my ears.

White was the walls, the ceilings, the floors, the uniforms, the gloves, the sheets, the air itself of a hospital.

That's where I sat. Waiting.

I suppose waiting was the color of white too. Boring. Bland. I hated waiting.

I sat on a white chair just outside the room they had my mother in.

I stared at my arms and hands, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

My arm burned, and I grazed my fingers over the white gauze they had fastened around it. Even the pain burned hotly- like a white flame of a roaring fire.

The fire. I could barely remember what happened, but the burns told the story.

They ran along my left arm and across my shoulder, nearly meeting my chest.

I had sprung out of bed seconds after my mother woke me and we had raced deaperately out of the house; not even thinking about grabbing real clothes.

She had on only her pajamas and I was only wearing sweatpants- no shirt.

We had barely made it out of the house alive, and my mother had collapsed onto the lawn, while I just sat there numb.

I didn't even realize I was I injured until paramedics began swarming me, yelling things I couldn't hear and put me on a stretcher along with my mother.

Then they brought us to this white, dull, hospital and patched me up. They were helping my mom right now, who had just come to.

And all I could do was wait in the white hallway on a white chair, gently running my fingers over the white bandages that covered my arm, shoulder and chest. Suddenly, I was thankful I didnt have a shirt on. If I did, the shirt wouldve gone up in flames and the burns wouldve been much worse.

I looked up, sensing someone out of the corner of my eye and saw a nurse. She said something to me and motioned for me to follow her. Although I had no clue what she said, I did.

She led me into the room and pulled aside a curtain to reveal my mother sitting up in the hospital bed, her right hand heavily wrapped. She pulled her lips up in an attempt to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

I came to the side of the bed and knelt down. I signed to her ~Are you okay?~ concern etched into my features.

She answered me, her lips forming words I couldn't figure out as tears formed in her eyes.

Her hand. The way it was bound in those white bandages.... No...please no...

I swallowed before signing to her

- Can you ..sign??-

And thats when the tears spilled over, her hand dropping from my face to wipe the tears away- as she shook her head no.

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:'( Sad right?? Sorry, I promise that this story will have it's happy and good moments- I PROMISE MY LOVELIES!!

~simplyawallflower <3