Beacon

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I sat in the waiting room, bouncing my leg, checking my phone every few seconds knowing each time there still wouldn't be any service. I heard the shuffling of papers and the chattering of the ladies behind the desk, doctors walking by swiftly, the sound of wheelchairs across the linoleum floor. The screams.

I couldn't pick out my mother's within them all, they all sounded the same to me. Why was the miracle of life so terrifying and painful? It doesn't sound like a miracle at all to me it sounds more like torture. What if they are torturing her what i-

"Elisabeth Adams?"

I stood up, my legs stiff from being in the ugly hospital chair so long. The doctor made eye contact with me and nodded. Why isn't he talking? Why isn't he smiling?

"Come with me"

I followed the doctor through two doors that never close, and into a room. It was lit like a highschool classroom. There was a baby fussing in a strange little clear crib on wheels. My father was sitting on a chair, his head down. What was wrong? I looked over at the bed. Nurses were cleaning up blood. My mother was still.

The doctor was speaking to me but it felt far away, I didn't hear the words. My mother was still. My father was shaking, I've never seen my father cry before. My mother was still. I watched as the doctor tried to hand the baby to my father and he refused. My mother was still. I held the baby in my arms, my baby brother. My mother was still. I heard my father telling the doctor we would name him Oliver Sky Addams. My mother was still. I watched as the bed my father left the room. My mother was still.
My mother was dead.

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