Emma Flynn watched out the glassy hospital window, she saw the kids running out from school, like ants attacking a new-found pinic. She remembered seeing the small blonde nurse peering out the window next to her. Her name was Kendra, she was only 18 and already working, her mom insited she work because she had almost no more money to pay her mom part of the rent. Her eyes sunk deeply into her face, she look older than she really was, she was overworked by her mother and her mother's abusive boyfriend. Her hair was pulled back lazily into a half-bun, she sighed loudly enough for Emma to hear, everyone knew all Kendra wanted was out of her mother's corrupt household.Kendra paced over to Emma and laid a soft touch on her naked head, and smiled sweetly even though she had so much hate and cruelness packed into her heart, and she still seemed sweet and innocent. Emma liked Kendra, she stayed calm and collected in the worst times, like when Emma found out her cancer treatment would not be able to be payed for anymore. Kendra leaned down and whispered; "Emma do you want me to sneak you an extra cookie tonight, at dinner?" she always asked that, and Emma always answered, "No thank you." Emma knew Kendra ment well, she felt bad that Emma's treatment would go unpaid, and that Emma would most likely die in a matter of months. Kendra hastly got up and walked to the window again and shut the curtains. "That's enough sight-seeing for one day" she remarked as Emma slouched backwards into the rough cot, "It hurts when I lay down on this bed, it makes me feel weird, and I don't like it anymore." Emma squeezed out. Kendra calming green-blue eyes sharpened Immensely, and glared at Emma, "There ain't one thing I can do about that, your mother can't pay the bill, by law all cancer patients must remain in a hospital but you aren't going to get tip-top treatment, because well, you don't pay." Kendra began folding something at a little white-rounded table, still huffing loudly, "You know how much I go through, I'm 18, I should be partying, hell, I should be getting drunk almost everynight, but I work I make money so my devil mother won't kick me out onto the streets, I'm just like you, I go no loving family but you don't see me complaining every waking hour of everyday do you?" she stood up again, and began pacing around her lips quivered and her eyes drew glossy, "Oh Emma I'm sorry, listen I didn't mean it, I just get so...tired, and worn-out sometimes, that I explode, like the world's pressure is on me, and I just can't take it anymore." Emma laid slient, almost in tears it wasn't Emma's fault her mother blew Emma's treatment money on drugs and alcohol for her and her new boyfriend, Demmech. Demmech was on the taller side. he was only 36 the same age as Emma's mother, but boy did he look almost 50, years and years of drugs and alochol made his face sink in, and he has almost no teeth, he was fired from a low-paying crap shoot of a job because he sold drugs to one of his bosses, and that bosses' upper boss found out, it was ether Demmech be fired or his boss, clearly his boss chose Demmech over him, even though it was both their wrong doing. Demmech had met Emma's mom at a local bar, they both got drunk and one thing led to another and soon Emma's mom was pregnant again, Demmech rampaged for days, and so did Emma's mom they wanted no child, Emma's mom even said; "God, I have one damn child, who costs me my drinking money, why in hell do I have to have another?" Emma's mom drank the baby to death anways, Emma didn't even know about the pregnany until Kendra got the news from some other nurses. Kendra asked again if Emma wanted an extra cookie, she still repiled no, and Kendra walked off to get Emma's dinner. Kendra laid, looking the the mirror, her eyes were so heavy and dark, they looked like she had sinned so much that God turned her eyes pure black. Her lips were chapped and distorted, when she smiled her mom called her; "A twisted cow on crack" her mother would know that, because she enjoyed drugs and ended up looking the same way. Emma never spoke really when she was in school, everyone always called her "pimple-faced racoon" because of the large bag under her eyes, and her broken out face. She never trusted anyone but herself, sometimes she didn't even trust herself. She flopped back onto the lumpy old cot, and thought of how good those kids coming out of the school lives were, how rich they were, and if they ever needed some treatment how'd their parents give it to them in a heartbeat. "My mother ain't anything like those rich kids, all she want is drugs and rough love." Kendra came back in almost 30 minutes later with a tray of lumpy mashed potatoes, and over-salted carrots, her meatloaf was almost green in color and rough and scaly in texture, Kendra looked queasy just looking at the food Emma would have to eat everyday until her death. "Here you go, pumpkin." Kendra forgetting what she yelled at Emma before smiled and walked out again. "This stuff isn't food, it's more like hockey pucks." Emma mutter and carefully took the tray and slid it under her cot. She got up and looked in the mirror again, it was cracked and very fragile. Her head was naked, the few doses of Kemo she got had took her hair clean off, she didn't mind her was black and greasy and never washed anways, so sometimes she thought this was better. Kendra walked in again, with a unsure look. "Emma your mother has come by to visit, I am sending her in okay?" She paused and looked at Emma expecting her to scream no, but instead Emma nodded and sat back on the bed. A couple minutes passed and Emma's mom stormed in, she smelt of sut and smoke, her long brow faux-fur dress hung too low showing her breasts off, her make-up was smuged across her eyes, and her teeth yellow and a few missing. "There's my little girl, how are you these day, huh?" she sat on the bed causing Emma to take a small hop in the air. "Fine." Emma muttered, she dreaded the "visits" all her mom wanted to know is if someone sent money. "So, I got some news." her mother giggled and smiled, "Demmech proposed tome, and we're getting married soon, how great is that?" she seemed cheery for once in her life, she seemed almost happy about this. "That's cool, I guess.." Emma snorted out, "What about my treatment, did you guys forget about that?" she glared and moved away from her mother. "You ain't needing any treatment, the Lord will heal you if he wants to, honey if he doesn't that's his wish, things happen for a reason." she smiled and bear-hugged Emma again, the smelled of smoke made Emma sick. "So you're saying if I die, God wants it to happen, what kind of hellish game is this?" she jumped up and ran into the hallway.
