three - Bethany
I was getting so sick of the silence.
Everyday would lead the same pattern and I was tired of people coming and going from my room. Most of the people I didn't even recognize, though they kept claiming to be friends of mine. But of course, if they were actually friends, I'd at least recognize their names, right?
But the one person I loved having visit me by far was my mom and dad. They would hold my hand and talk to me for hours. My mom would tell me about her day, she'd tell me about the funny stories that happened to her at work, and everything that came to her mind. My dad would just sit there, and be of company to me and mom.
But as soon as they'd leave, I'd be with the dreadful silence again. I was tired of hearing nothing, and anything would be better then nothing.
