February 25, 1972 7:02 a.m.
I wandered down the hallway, suddenly having the impulse to ask a doctor where a boy named Raymond was staying in the hospital. I wondered if he was alright. A nurse walked with me, just a few feet behind, to make sure I wouldn't do anything dumb. I don't know why, but, whatever. I stopped when I heard something.
"No! She's not! She can't be! No! No!" a voice wailed. I ran down the hallway, having to stop and catch my breath. I didn't want to let anyone die or get hurt. Even if I didn't know them. Never again.
"Esther!" the nurse ran down the hallway after me, but I ran farther, finally reaching a door that was half-way open. I looked back at the nurse, suddenly wondering why I ran. I could have walked.
"No! She couldn't have!" I heard the voice from the room I stopped outside of. The nurse had caught up with me, and placed her hand on my shoulder. She was panting a little, beads of sweat on her forehead.
"Esther, let's go back to your room, okay?" she said soothingly. I shook my head.
"I know who's in there. He's my friend, Raymond." I jerked away and burst into the room. It looked like a small tornado had ripped through the room. I saw Raymond, his chest heaving, as two doctors held him to the bed. A third was trying to talk to him, but apparently he wasn't listening. A broken cup lay against the wall, and a book was leaning at an awkward angle against the window, with pages slipping out of it. His sheets were tangled, and his hair was disheveled.
He stopped yelling when he saw me. He stared for a moment, like he had never seen me before. He finally spoke. "Who-do I know you?" My heart wrenched. But I couldn't go into nothing again. Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never!
"Raymond..." I choked out. Tears rolled down my cheeks. He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember me, the girl he had comforted when she was upset and scared, the girl her had drawn out of nothingness. But now he knew nothing. Except something. Something that hurt him.
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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...
