Gifted or cursed?

True Pain

When I wake up everything is blurry, I have no idea where I am, maybe a hospital. I must have passed out after I carried my brother out of the house. My vision begins to clear, I'm in a hospital room by myself and I soon here a woman outside my door. She walks in and stares at me in shock "you shouldn't be awake yet". I look at her, confused, "wears my brother". Understanding that I'm worried he didn't make it she walks over to me " he's a couple rooms down the hall from you, you can go see him later". I nod my head and the woman smiles at me " you know your one lucky girl". I look at her again in confusion "how, my family is dead". " well" she says "you still have your brother and to everyone's astonishment you don't have a scratch on you".
The doctor walks in " your up already well I guess that's fine, we need more tests anyway". I stare at the doctor as he goes over my clipboards. "Well if there's nothing wrong with me I would like to go see my brother now". The nurse's brown curly hair flips as she whips her head to look at me. " you shouldn't, your brother needs his rest". The doctor walks over to my bed and leans down so that we're face to face. " you've had a rough night, I bet you're hungry so how about we get you some breakfast and then maybe we'll go see your brother if he's up". I looked in his crystal blue eyes so deeply it was as if I was trying to see through them. He abruptly stood up and patted me on the head like I was a child; I already have a weird feeling about him but the fact that he's treating me like a child irritates me even more. The doctor gives me a smile, looks at the nurse and says " Ruth make sure she gets a shower and some breakfast please - looking back at me -I'll be back to check up on you in little while". I give him a fake smile and a sarcastic "kay" as he walks out the room. The nurse walks over to my bed and the first thing I notice is her beautiful, emerald colored eyes. "You should be nicer to Dr. Linder he hasn't done a thing to you, now you stay here while I go get you something to change into after your shower". She walks out of the room without even giving me another glance; I'm left all alone with nothing to do but ponder my thoughts. My chests begins to hurt and my eyes water as I lay my head down to cry.
      I laid there for a long time until I hear the nurse open my door, I quickly wipe my eyes and sit up; I hate crying in front of others it's embarrassing. Ruth sets down new sheets, pillow cases and a hospital nightgown on my bed, goes to leave but before she exits she looks over her shoulder at me " I'll be back in half an hour with your breakfast". I nod, she leaves and I sit in silence for a moment gathering all my strength so that I don't lay back down and cry. The shock from the cold floor makes me realize how cold I am so I run to the shower in a hurry to feel the warmth of the water. I try to focus on the warmth of the water and washing my self but memories of the night before keep popping up and I begin to cry as I feel the pain of losing my parents once again. I'm not sure how long I was in the shower but I didn't stop crying until Ruth knocked on the bathroom door. "Honey you okay, you've been in there for a while". I look up from the floor "I'm almost done"; Ruth walks away and I begin to rise from the floor, my legs were numb from laying on the floor.
I shuddered from the rush of cold air I encountered as I walked out the bathroom. I look over at my bed to see that Ruth had made my bed and given me new sheets and pillowcases, and my breakfast was already set out and ready for me to eat next to my bed. Ruth was gone and I didn't know what to do with my dirty clothes so I just set them at the end of my bed and sat down to eat. I moved my plate in front of me to eat but even before I could stick the spoon in my mouth I heard my stomach roar; I hadn't even realized how hungry I was. The food was nasty but I scarfed it down in a matter of seconds. Ruth walks in looking at me in astonishment as I finished my last few bites; "you must have been really hungry, do you want me to get you some more?", I look up from my plate just realizing she was in the room. " No, I'm fine plus the food here isn't that great". Ruth smiles "ya, I know I've been eating hospital food for quite some time now". Ruth walks over to me with excitement on her face " I have some good news, all your tests are coming back clean so you could be outta here by tomorrow afternoon". I feel fear rush through my body " what about my brother, I'm not leaving here without him!"; Ruth looks at me with a puzzled expression " CPS will be taking you and your brother, they're going to try to keep you two together but that doesn't always happen". I curl up in bed and hide my face from her. Ruth-knowing I'm not in the mood to talk anymore- walks out the room leaving me alone with only my thoughts once again.
         After sitting there in the silence for I don't know how long I decided that I needed to get out of there. I put my old clothes on and started down the hallway; no one seemed to care that I was out of my room so I just walked casually towards an exit. The breeze I felt walking out that hospital was amazing but startling; it felt as if it was taking all my memories, pain, and suffering along with it. I rushed towards the road and before I knew it I was running; I ran forever, I couldn't stop the motion of my legs.   I didn't know what I was running towards until I saw my neighborhood, I almost turned around but something inside told me I needed to see this, just once I thought. Well I was wrong, the feeling I got turning that last corner was only despair; there was nothing left but piles of ashes, big dark black piles of ashes.
           It was like someone had made sure there was nothing left I couldn't even find a piece of the house. I dropped to my knees unable to hold back the tears any longer. The pain in my chest was unbearable it was as if I was being slowly torn apart from the inside out. My body began to shake uncontrollably and all I could do was hold my sides; it felt like someone was harvesting my organs with no anesthesia. I cried and cried from the pain I felt, it was never ending. I thought I was going to drown from all the tears and the feelings; I felt that death was standing right over my shoulder, laughing at all my pain. I reached for the ashes of my house; clenching them with all my strength I opened my hands to watch them fall back down to earth but instead they floated away and with them my feelings flew off with the wind.