Sunday ...
Time is running in my pages ...
had nothing to control it ...
even though ... If I had the power ...
At school's clinic ...
It was morning ...
the sunrays scatter through the windows ...
hitting the floors of the rooms ,
giving them a quiet peaceful view ...
Sophie : " It took so long till the doctor told us about the trauma she had in her head ... "
she says while walking alongside with Madden ...
maintaining a safe distance from her bandaged arm ...
Grace : " but it's not getting worse , is it ? "
Approaching the door of her room ...
silence was built up among them ...
Until the nurse said ... in a broken tone ..
Sophie : " she couldn't make it ... "
Grace stared at her slowly with a hint of disappointment ...
before looking down at the floor ...
Grace : " what happened that day ... was too much ... "
Sophie's trembling hand pulls out a paper from her pocket ...
wiping out a tear escaping from her exhausted eyes ...
" she was like a sister to me ... "
biting her lips hard to hold her tears ...
Grace gently rubs her shoulder to ease her pain before she continues ...
" she was so close to me , ma'am ... the most heartwarming person you could ever have ... "
Grace : " she's in a better place ... , and now we got the kid back ... , right Ms Madden ? "
" Ms Madden ? ... "
on the other side ...
It was the moment they noticed her drained in her dark thoughts ...
I feel her trying break through ...
Struggling to find out any possible reasons ...
for what I'm planning to do next ...
Grace : " Ms Madden ... "
she repeats , shaking her shoulder ...
Sophie : " Are you okay , ma'am ? "
Madden rolls her eyes all of a sudden ,
quitley holding her injured arm ...
" I'm fine ... just ... stressed out alit bit "
Sophie : " Ma'am you didn't get enough sleep ... , please let me help you "
Madden : " No it's alright ... "
she turns around holding onto Grace for support ...
" Take me to my room ... "
she said before both leaving , stepping out of the hallway of the clinic ...
YOU ARE READING
Martha S1: breaking the path
ParanormalWith an old pen - No date - no time ... This is my story , written by my hand ... I beg you ... don't judge the book by it's cover ... it's not me ... please ... keep everything you know about my life as a secret .... I'm so scared Promise me...
