Run

Chapter 12: The Book

It's now been about two weeks. I've been showering and eating. Otherwise I just sit in a chair and stare out the window.

I found out that I was actually in the cells for two months, but I was blacked out so much I didn't have any concept of time.

I've missed Felix's first birthday, and I feel horrible. I feel like a bad sister, missing it, and I'm afraid I've gone as far as missing his first words and steps.

I haven't spoken to any one other than Mary, who after a week began to bring me food twice a day instead of once. By then, I was able to eat regular food again without getting sick.

By noon, I was staring out the window again, like I have been everyday.

I hear the familiar knock on my door, telling me Mary's here. She comes in a moment later and sets the food next to me.

"Are you okay dear?" She asks. I just nod my head in response. "Okay. Like I said, I'm here if you want to talk. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks," I whisper. She begins walking out the door, but I call her name before the door's completely shut.

"Yes dear?"

"Could you get me a notebook or a notepad or something and a pen or pencil?" She gives me a warm smile and nods. Closing the door, she leaves, only to return a moment later with a notebook and pencil.

"Thanks," I say, trying to smile. I take them from her, and I begin to stare back out the window.

I see a bird, curled up, sleeping in it's nest. I immediately begin to sketch an outline, and then I begin to shade. Four hours later, the sketch of the cardinal is done. Smiling, I flip the page and then begin a new drawing, this time of a bouquet of roses.