January 10, 1972 5:37 p.m.
I haven't gotten out of the hospital bed since-well, I don't know when. I walked slowly to the window and sat in the chair that was beside it. I had been sitting there for a while, drawing in my notebook. I wondered what had happened to Raymond. He had said that he would come back. I felt a little tinge of anger. I soon thought of how he had looked a little strained when he had left, and forgave him.
"Esther?" the nurse had appeared beside me. I looked up, a small smile playing with my lips. "Are you doing alright?" she asked. I nodded, and she left.
The sound of sirens reached my ears and I looked below me. I was in the second story, so I could easily see the ambulances coming into the parking lot. I looked, and gasped when I saw who was on a stretcher, being rolled into the hospital. Raymond. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Raymond.
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Nothing Left
Teen FictionBlank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm st...
