The One That Got Away (ON HOLD!!! MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 5 : Voice

Maria's POV

The journal laid there on the table, next to my barely "touched" bagel. I sighed. I needed to eat, but I really wanted to draw a new piece of clothing today.

Just draw your "ootd" (outfit of the day) first. Inspiration comes from food Maria.

I quickly sketched a black, silky skirt, about knee high length with a simple white collar shirt. To connect both of the pieces, was a black belt that went around my waist. On top of that, a long sleeve denim jacket that stops midway. To finish it all off, I drew white, clean, new Converses and some nice, gold jewelry to go with the whole look.

I took out my coloring pencils and shaded a dark burgundy, that matched my hair, for the Louis Vuitton bag. Lastly, I scribbled a paragraph of my description and how my day was so far.

I held my book for a minute, examining over what I had just wrote. I loved the feel of the book's textured leather, since it was authentic.

I leaned back in my chair, and I couldn't help notice how noisy and busy it was. I wasn't even at a restaurant! I was currently sitting in a hospital cafeteria.

It has been about two hours since my mom has fallen asleep. She's been getting sicker and sicker lately. About six months ago, the doctor diagnosed her breast cancer. We've been in and out of the hospital for chemotherapy and check ups, but this time, it was because she was having a lot of pain in her chest.

It was stressful, but I loved my mother and she loved me.

Anyways, there was too much people around me for my liking. I am not a "people" person, at all.

That's what they all say.

I stared at the stale, plain bagels and I regretted not buying the blueberry muffin as I bitterly bit into it. The cream cheese between made it somewhat "enticing".

It's time.

I couldn't make my "professional" phone call here. It was too loud. My client wouldn't appreciate it. Plus, I don't want to lose customers; it was hard to make it in the "big apple".

Although, I really was ecstatic when my client hinted that I would be traveling to Las Vegas. She mentioned that I had to tailor a couple of dresses for a group of ladies. She was paying big, so I didn't mind the travel.

You just want to escape the city.

I push the thought away, trying to not think about the past and him and everything frustrating.

I quickly finished my bagel and coffee. At least, the coffee was decent. Soon, I started collecting my things to head out. While doing so, I suddenly heard screaming in one of the patient's room.

Leave it Maria.

I decided to grab my stuff on the table and walk over to where the sounds were coming from. I was once a news reporter, but like I said, it's hard to make it in the "Big Apple".

The call could wait.

After a few left and right turns, I finally came to a hallway. Outside one of the rooms, there were two security guards wearing blue and white uniforms and two doctors running in.

What in the world is going on?!

I stood there, pretending to make a phone call, as I curiously listened to the screaming that could be heard from the other side of the hallway.