Bittersweet (On Hold)

THE END

White roses, white floors, white sheets, and white walls. The white roses on my metal nightstand hid the smell of medicine in what I presumed was a hospital room. The windows were covered by yet another pair of white blinds. They blocked my view of what was on the outside. The bed I was lounged on was highly uncomfortable and the sheets were too scratchy for my delicate skin. Skin that looked almost as pale as snow.

As I admired my creamy flesh adorned with a hospital bracelet, I failed to notice that a doctor had walked into the room. She too was dressed in white.

"Hello Cora, I am Doctor Sanders." Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to a child. She looked around 35. 16 years older than I will ever be. She wore her natural red hair in a messy bun. Freckles danced across her face like ballerinas. She held an empty clipboard as if she was just carrying it for looks. "I am going to run some tests and then we can have a chat." She walked over to me and placed a stethoscope on my chest.

The cold metal was very noticeable since I was wearing only a papery hospital dress. Once she finished she took my blood pressure. The velcro on the band pricked my skin. "Alright, everything seems to be going just fine. I have set out some clothes for you to wear. They are in the bathroom, I will be right back." She left without another word, her pink heels clicked on the tile floor.

As I turned away from the door the doctor went out of, I finally realized that there was yet another door to my left. But this door was not metal like the one I just stared at; This door was wooden. I sat up slowly, my head pounded as if there were people inside me knocking on my brain. Carefully, I shifted my whole body to the edge of the small bed. I lowered myself down, afraid that the stiffness in my unused legs would make me fall.

When I was once standing I looked around the room to find the misplaced wooden door. I walked to it, the white tiles made my feet cold. When I got close enough I examined the door only to find that the knob was also wooden.

'What is up with this strange place?' I thought.

Dismissing all other questions that loomed around my head, I twisted the knob and opened the door to a white bathroom.

"If I see another white thing in this room, I will scream."

The tub was filled with bubbly water and the silver knob wasn't rusty like I had guessed. The toilet was shiny, the sink was too. On top of the closed toilet lid lied a pair of clothes that surprisingly looked about my size, which was quite small. I had a very petite body figure, making fashionable clothes hard to find in my size.

I quickly tore off the poor excuse of a dress off of my cold body. I slipped into the tub, the warm, soothing water instantly surrounding me. I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't know how long I was out, let alone the last time I bathed. After washing my hair and body I smelled like watermelons. Dressed in white towels, I looked at the clothes Dr. Sanders laid out for me.

The oddly colored clothing clashed against the white room. Grabbing the clothes I looked at exactly what I was putting on. I held up a plum colored polo shirt that said,'Memento Mori.'

Latin?

I continued to put on the clothes that were set out for me, which included a pair of jeans and flip-flops, which was strange since I had thought it was winter time. Not before long I finished dressing had Dr. Sanders walked in, holding a clipboard filled with paper. "Here you go, Cora, I just need you to answer a few questions and then I can explain why you are here."

I simply nodded my head.

I soon found out that the questions were not normal questions. They didn't ask when my birthday was or if I had any allergies. Instead they asked what sports did I do or what did I find important in life. Not usual hospital questions. It took me two and a half hours to complete all 150 questions. I handed the stack papers to the doctor and she put them in a filing cabinet and said,"I will review them later."

"Now," She said. "I know you are confused about all this and it's a very long story, but it's not like you have anywhere to be." She laughed at her own little joke, unaware that I didn't understand the reference. .

"What are you talking about?" I asked. This was the first time I had spoken to the doctor. She looked startled as if she didn't think I could talk. She gently shook her head and continued talking.

"Well, Sweetheart, you're dead."