It feels like it was only five minutes later that I was sitting in the office, waiting for the Doctor Chadwick to come and remove the variety of plugs and bandages that had been inserted on and into my ear, subsequent to my operation.
The door opened to reveal Doctor Chadwick's troubled face and wringing hands. He looked straight at my father and covered his mouth (so I couldn't see). I looked over to my left to see dad run his fingers through his hair and wipe his eyes. The doctor looked at me pityingly while he typed on his computer and talked to my dad. I tried to read his lips, even in my state of slight panic. All I caught was "didn't work." And obviously I couldn't hear...That's when I began to really panic. I tore at the bandages wildly, my fingers clawing at my face and ears while I desperately tried to remove them. The blood on my face began to mix with the hot tears that had quickly formed and rolled down my cheeks. My body wracked with sobs as I thought about the wasted money that my mother worked for, for half of her life. It was gone. Wasted. I was still pointless. She was still gone. Dad was still crying. The doctor was still typing.
And I was still being deafened by the infinite silence.
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Hey Everyone! Sorry about the depressing ending... See I was going to make it all happy and about her life afterwards, but to tell you the truth - sometimes reading sad books is better than happy ones. I just wanted it to have a realistic ending. I mean, in so many stories, they talk about how the operation has a 15% chance of working - and then of course by some miracle, it works. Or maybe it has an 80% chance of working, and it does.And sure, this is happy and brings people hope, but its not real and there is always that other 20%. I wanted this to be real. Even if you thought it sucked, it's still realistic! And pessimistic.
Oh and then there was the fact that I ran out of time and stopped being bothered. I just liked the deep explanation better.
Byeeeee xx
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