Will Your Love Prevale?

Midnights

Brie-anna pov:
The clock ticks more, and more. I pace the floor outside the door with the writing "employees only" on a steel plate drilled to the door suface. "Ma'ma you can come, the tapes are ready." I walk into the room with the stale smell of cigarettes. There is a single chair with a screen with the time 7:45pm on the top. "Sit" the bold man told me in a disaplined (fix) voice. I'm in tears, emotion has taken over my rationally.

I need a strong scense of power to keep me from becoming a recking ball. I look at the glitched screen, figures distored by the sudden 'pause' in time. "Now, this is the last time to patient amy was seen." The man empathize the name for we could all figure out shane gave a fake name to the hospital. I put my back completely on the cold metal chair. It sends dagers of pain as shivers run down my spin. Would they at least get a comfy chair for an emotional mess such as myself. I wipe my tears that are blurriing my vision to see the screen in all details.

I watch to see shane in the bed asleep I.Vs in her are, surrounded by machines. It looks as if shane was shocked, shocked into action. The beating of the machines is silenced as the muscle strength of my love pulls the cords and restraints holding her back. I watch as she flips the covers swips her limp legs over the edge of the bleached white hospital bedding.

I breath the musty air letting in sit in my lungs then steadly let the out. Cold sweat covers my entire body, soaking my clothes. I shift in my seat, leaning closer to the screen. I saw as shane staggers past open patients room all in bed alsepp due to the rime of night.
The tapes change to the new hallway to see shane walk down limping past busy nurses caught up in their own business. Turning a corner, shane pulls out her phone with the first ring. The footage of the last sighting of shane had no sound. Now Im aware of who or where is my love, my world. Shane walks out of the front hospital doors, with a middle fingure to the sky. Then she disappears into the darkness of the night, leaving only the moonlight to show she looks right into the camra and sends me a kiss. Thats the last time I see shane.

"Stop." I yell beyond my wall of hair I use to cover my face. I suddenly with rapid and precise movements I pick up my purse and push out the door. I need my mother. I need somewhere to sleep, I can't go to our home with the intoxicating smell of shane haunting me.
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I knock on the white door, I knock with a haste and look through the eye hole. My mother old, and worn stands in the doorway. "Mom it's shane." Thats all I had to say for my mother to know whats the situation. "Come on in its cold tonight. I'll get you some soup and some get the bath water running." I walk into the aroma of cinnamon. Mother always would have air fresheners with the smell of Thanksgiving for it was her favorite holiday. Thanksgiving ment the whole family would be together and that was my mothers most memorable part.

I sit in the bath and let my fingers pune up.I sink father down into the water, and blow bubbles with my mouth. "You better not be pouting in there little missy." I hear from the other side of the door. The sound echos through the room with just a glass slidding door walk in shower and round tude, full of me the emotional mess. "Alright, alright." I say to the door. I go under the water, unable to make out the sounds of ralking from the rooms beyond the bathroom. I think of shane, the thoughts make me want to stay underwater even more. Whenever shes gone with no exception it kills me. Just like when she when into the war.

In the beginning of our relationship which srarted with mutual friends and hitting it off, Shane was drafted to the army. Shanes results on the military test we had taken in school showed she would be a great candidate for the war. It there would be one. Shane did missions and military work byt the time she was gone made us drift apart. She said we would be together forever but I let go for waiting was to long, and unhealthy for me.

With another hard knock on the door I splash out of the water. "I'm coming." I get a towel around my slim figure wiping my tears and left over water from my face and arms. I open the door to my mother mid knock stance and an annoyed look on her face. "I'm sorry." I say. My mother relaxed seeing my face once again. I feel at home, like Im a teenager over again. I get dress and come down the staircase to the kitchen with a phone to her ear and a warm bowl of soup waiting for me. Mother scurries our of the room, she never liked me listening to her business.

I take a spoonfull of the soup letting it warm my insides. I feel the fluid go down my throat. "Hey honey, you got a text from shane while you where in the bath. "Why didnt you tell me sooner?" I yell to my mom in the other room. "I didnt want you getting all upset, like you are now." I know my mother doesn't like shane. Even when I was In highschool she didn't approve of her. My mother reenters the room. "She always hurts you, my little girl." My mom cups my face and brushes my cheek untill my eyes sting and the tears begin to flow. She always knew when I saw so vulnerable that any second I would be close to tears. "Dear, just know that you have a home here if you ever need it." I knod, mom knowing that if I speak all you will be able to hear is voice creaks.

I look at my phone to see the text from shane. All the simple message all contained is an address and Im fine. I quickly go and get packed with the clothes I leave here in case I vist. I walk and kiss my mother goodbye. I wish I could have stayed with my mother longer but I need to get to Shane.
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