Nothing was fun in the hospital. It was horrible, atrocious and terrifying. Today I'm visiting my house so I can pack my belongings.
The air was crispy as I rolled my wheelchair onto the pathway. The house was dark and gloomy as the nurse and I entered. Just then, flashes from my life appeared. All the relaxing ones and the sadness in the argument I had with my mother.
"I..I..... I can't stay here." I stammered, pulling back until I lost my balance and toppled over, my body crashing onto a vase that once held blooming flowers. The vase and I crashed to the floor at the same time. From the vase remained a miniature letter rolled up and her will. The letter was addressed to me. The feeling of grief filled the hallway.
"Why did you do this to me!?" I howled at the portrait of her that was sitting above me.
I sobbed in to my bare hands, not understanding why she left me. I just wanted to know WHY.
The nurse rolled me into the first room, which was... my mother's. I looked in shock. Everything was a mess. Windows broken, chairs thrown around curtains ripped. I was astonished at what happened. I didn't quite get what my mother was planning. Maybe she had depression. Why would she want me to die too?
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DEAF AND DEATH
Mystery / ThrillerI cried into my arms feeling all the commotion of sirens and trucks surrounding me. "What was going on?" I wanted to scream out. But. I. Couldn't.
