Call of the void

VI

How do you describe the sound of a car going past?
Like a poor park inspector having a little fun, having a dance with a broom across a wooden floor? Or the wind on a crisp autumn day and the crinkled leaves rustling to fill the silence.

My head throbbed as I tried to concentrate on the question in my head. The hospital bustled with life, and death, happy people, relived people, concerned people and sad people. I was none of these, I was feeling what I call, cotton headed. Nevaeh was on my brain, she was like a warm summer breeze or a curry that tickled the back of your throat, she was all the feelings of home put together and most of all she was beautiful.
I watched her at the check in desk, her makeup flawless, her lips so red you could see them, bold on her face as they lashed out at you when she spoke, it was hard not to stare. Her hair hung around her face in tiny curled ringlets, you could see the memory of heat imprinted on them like sun burn on a tourist, yet it was invisible to the naked eye.

The radio blared in my ears,
"War against earth continues, will it go on into year twenty two hundred?" the voice of the presenter crackled through the crappy, substandard speakers and I could hear the scientist being interviewed searching for an answer.
A body sat beside me, I looked, it was Nevaeh,
"You could've died.."
tears filled the brims of her eyes, I considered putting an arm round her for comfort but that would've made it worse, she doesn't like you back. I have to remember...
I shrugged instead, "I didn't die?" I guessed the answer and grimaced, my expression was filled with such regret that Nev burst into tears. She stared into her lap. Then, in a bound of sadness, she threw her arms round my waist and sobbed into my jacket. She proceeded to hit my stomach, she made tiny fists and I had to try not to laugh, "You could've died!" She shouted making everyone in the waiting room jump, I had to shush her quiet again as she calmed her desperate tears and wiped down her mascara stains just as the doctor called my name.

I stood up, sat down, stood up, sat down, stop this!
I breathed a deep breath, as my lungs heaved, I grabbed Nevs arm and put on foot in front of the other, right, left, right, left we reached the foreboding clinic 7. The door loomed above my head and I blinked my eyes turning glassy, my limbs were filled with adrenaline. I was buzzing.
I was a horse, a snake hissed at my feet, I buckled and whinnied, the snake was a minority, it was tiny, yet the terror cut straight into my very soul.
I stood still and my life flashed before my eyes in an instant, my lungs fell out of my chest my breathing stunted and tears fell down like a waterfall.
It was as if I was under said waterfall as my ears filled up with panic and my eyes filled up with fear.

I was Alice, but I wasn't in wonderland.