Stephen and Sharpies ~ Watty Awards 2012

Chapter Fifteen

-Alec

    Inspiration. It is really hard to tell you what this word means to me. I find inspiration in everything I see. It was inspiration that gave me the idea to create this box for you. It took me two weeks to put this box together.

    And two days to end it all.

    I was scared to give this to you. You probably didn’t realize this, it makes no sense. I gave you the box so I couldn‘t have been that scared. Take a moment and think about inspiration. I find mine in one thing, but you, where do you find your inspiration?

    I find it in you.

    Inspiration means everything to me. There isn’t much to go with this letter except for a few little words. You have to have inspiration in your life, it’s as needed as the breath you take.

    Inspiration comes from two things emotions and beauty. I think that your emotions could be great inspiration. You could make music, or write, you could use it to create so many things. You could be an amazing artist no matter what your paint brush was. An imaginer in a world in grave need of imagination. You really should try it. Try to find your inspiration like I have.

    I already have.

    I came up with this project all because you were my inspiration.

-Stephen

    I was? That’s strange, I never thought that I would be someone else’s inspiration. Now that I know I am, I can't even say that they’re mine. I was the reason this box was created. What if I hadn’t been nice, would I still be sitting in a waiting room? Would I be waiting to tell a girl that I love her? What if she never was kidnapped? Would I have read the letters or just ignore them? Would I ever have known I love Stephen? Would today have ever happened?

    I stand up and walk over to the nurse’s station again. “Please can I see her?”

    “I already said n-” The nurse was interrupted by a blood curdling scream.

    “What was that?” I ask, the nurse shakes her head and tells me to stay.

    She rushes into the hall where the patients’ rooms are. I look around and then follow behind her. I can see a male doctor rushing out of a room. He whispers something to the nurse I am following and then turns in the other direction. The nurse opens the door to the room, I can hear a loud whimpering. The nurse doesn’t close the door and I walk up to it and peek inside. I can hear myself quietly gasp.

    Stephen is laying down in the bed. The nurse is holding her down and whispering words to her. She is shaking and crying. The nurse continues to try to calm her. It isn’t until five minutes later that Stephen stops shaking. Though she continues to cry softly. I walk into the room.

    “Stephen, what’s wrong?” I only stand a step or two in the room.

    Stephen stops crying altogether. The nurse glares at me until she realizes that she isn’t crying anymore. I take one more step closer to the bed. Stephen moves farther away, just barely staying up on the edge.

    “Please leave,” Stephen whispers.

    I could barely hear her so I took another step.

    “Leave.”

    I took another step.

    “Leave,” Stephen raises her voice and I get the point.

    “I-” I’m interrupted by the nurse’s voice.

    “Please leave, now.”

      I turn away and go back to the waiting room., I don’t hear another scream. The hall is silent. The waiting room is silent. The world is still.