For I Am Certain

"Bring me the scalpel"

I was getting tired of seeing these kind of scenarios almost everyday for as long as I can remember; sometimes a mother giving birth to a healthy baby boy, or maybe an overdosed teenager trying to escape from reality. Same old four white walls where I've seen life, both given and taken. It WAS boring but somehow I find it interesting when I hear the sound of a machine going straight line. It was like music to my ears although I'm not very amused when people are given second chances. Lucky bastards.

"We're losing her!"

"Time of death 9:37 PM"

Ah. Just another day AT work. I left a poppy on the side of the bed that was red as the blood stain on my robe. Nice work, Nali. It was the name of the girl.

I happen to pass by the chapel in this institution. It is true that hospital walls have heard more prayers than churches. I don't get why people beg to stay alive or pray that their loved one to get better with their condition to a god that probably doesn't listen to them or even exist in the first place. I also find it stupid when people repent for the sins that they have done. They made the choice in doing it, why be sorry in the end? I don't believe in any of these things because I only believe in one, and one thing only, and it IS certain.

I went straight to my apartment after that. Parents? I don't have them. Any special someone? Heath, my dog. He's somewhere in my backyard, buried.

I removed my robe and put it in one of my drawers then I sat on the middle of my bed. I prefer my bed to be in the corner of my room with a window near it. Luckily, I don't have any woman to nag me about wearing my socks whilst on the bed.

Back straight, legs overlapping each other, and arms crossed--- I simply closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

I looked at the graduation tassels that are hanging in an orderly fashion on the wall that I'm facing to. On my left are toys like balls and dolls. On my right are clocks. If you're wondering if the sound have kept me up all night, think again. They are no longer ticking nor tocking.

When will this end? I thought to myself.

I woke up to the sun rays that's coming through my window. I got up and did my morning rituals. Where are we going today? I thought to myself as I wore my usual black and white robe. I didn't want to go to the hospital nor the nursing home today. I walked out to my balcony and looked at my poppies.

Off to a preschool, indeed.

"Bye Jace, honey! Take care!" a mother shouted from afar to her child.

"Shut it, Mom. You're embarrassing me!"

Typical. But there was this one kid that got my attention.

"I love you, aunt Edna. Thank you for bringing me to school today." a boy said with such glow on his face. I wasn't surprised, obviously, innocence HASN'T been taken away from him yet. The aunt shoved him off and left. I expected that he'd throw a tantrum but he still smiled, but the eyes never lie.

The bell rang and the students rushed like they were being chased by a wolf. I sat on a nearby apple tree and brought out a book. I don't really read though, I just use them to cover my eyes while I nap from the impending sunrays.

The sun was already at its peak when I woke up. Children were playing while the others were eating their food out of their lunch boxes. I was about to leave when I noticed the boy again. He was being dragged to the back of the building with his friends.