The Unexpected

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The Suffering

     My aunt and I are still driving. And nohing has changed. Still not a single word has been said, nor have I any clue on where we are going. But one thing is for sure, I am still scared. My aunt is never like this. 

     We come into a new terrain. There are hills bathed in gold. Tall grass is getting windblown. And tumbleweeds gliding effortlessly across Something I am not used to. I live in the  middle of the forest. I have absolutely no neighbors and sometimes I walk out into the unknown just so I could get away from my mother and my responsibilites of taking care of her. 

     Being out there for hours and doing nothing but think is a good way to relieve the stress of my every day life. And I think that I have all the time in the world. That is until I fall asleep and get woken up my the police because my mother thought I had been kidnapped. And from then on I wasn't allowed in the forest for more than an hour a day. You know how mothers are. Always overprotective.

     I am still endulged into my flashback when the car starts slowing down. I finally snap out of it and I begin to notice my surroundings. I am taken aback because I realize that we are at a hospital. And I become more scared than ever.

     I get out of the car and for some reason I am dizzy. Probably I just stood up too fast, so I decide to sit back down.

     After I have regained my earthly bearings I got back up. A little slower this time. We begin to walk towards the entrance and I see some vehicles that I find familiar. I don't slow down and I enter the door.

     We walk up to the entrance station and a very nice enough looking young lady around my age begins to speak. "Hello, my name is Meagan. What can I help you with?" 

     Aunt Dez replies, "Yes, we are looking for room 5716."

     Meagan instructs us to take the hallway to the left, and get on the elevator to the fifth floor. and it should be immediately on our left.

     We follow her instructions and we enter the elevator. On our way up, I decide I must muster up the courage to ask and get answers.

     "Aunt Dez, why are we here, whats wrong?" And even right now, I am still rendered to be nothing but curious. And I am angry. I am about to raise my voice when I hear a ding signaling our arrival on the fifth floor. 

     After walking out, I look around. Herds of bustling nurses and people in long white coats with name tags on their chest that I know to be doctors, are discussing and using too big of words that I have no use of even finding out what they could possibly mean.

     We turn to our immediate left and we see our room. My heart is racing and I have no idea what is going to happen. My aunt knocks on the door, and we enter. 

     What I saw is not what I expected. Laying there, pale and stationary, was the most important person in my life. And most of the times, my best friend. Whom I saw laying there, was my mother. And right then, I broke. And I shattered.