The End Of Us

7. Change (part A)

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White walls surround us
No light will touch your face again
Rain taps the window
As we sleep among the dead
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What if life came running back to you?

Her's did.

It came back, or perhaps it never left.

But when she jerked her eyes open, almost out of breath, did she realize, she was surrounded by what were pure white walls and green curtains. Panting, lungs were filled with fresh hospital smell, all sort of rusty chemicals and cleaning agents.

She looked around, dazzled by the life that came bursting in to her eyes, her body. Hair fuzzy and eyes bloodshot. Completely out of her bloody mind, her current state.

How was she on a hospital bed. Was she not supposed to drown and die in her quest for life?

That'd had been better because the cold of the lonely room was slowly creeping in to her pale, jaded system, making her feel heavy and seem lifeless.

She tried to calm herself as she shut her eyes and took deep breaths. But her heart continued to drum wildly against her ribcage driving her crazy.

Not able to take it anymore, she finally gave in to the urge to slip out of the bed and walked barefoot on the cold icy floored tiles. Her form wavering with each step she took.

Trembling and unsure of the dizziness, she made it out of the room she found herself in.

There seemed to be some sort of commotion outside about something that she couldn't make out in her state of mind. The noises ringed in her eardrums adding to the disturbing signals in her brain.

she stood there, at the door frame uselessly trying to block it away- the ringing. Before she could do anything further, a hand- no two- grabbed her by her shoulder, shaking her and shouting something in to her ears.

She could barely look at them with her eyes partially open to the sources. Even so she could make out the horrendous hospital staff- the nurses, dragging her back to where she so longed to escape from.

Hands were cuffed by those monstrous excuse of humans. Her need to escape from their hold made her scream and shout and push and shove anything and everything that tried to calm her down.

She was no mad woman, but right now she seemed one to the observer. Her black as coal hair cascading down her waist ever so messily, it looked almost intangible. Her already pale structure looked more gruesome with the dark baggy circles and icy blue veins popping out of her dark soul.

"God have mercy on the child!" someone from the audience seemed to have chanted whilst the others whispered incoherent words. Then there were those very sympathetic one's trying to fake concern, "Where must the parents be at when their child needs them the most!"

Ah, what a sad sad world!

Indeed.