I sat there in a rigid plastic chair pinching at my skin. The smell of bleach made me sick. That is the thing about hospitals, underpaid and undermanaged. The place where people come to die and to give birth. In a way it is the end and the beginning of all humans. The bright lights made the hallway look disturbing; they would flicker on and off. If you looked for too long, then you would get a headache. I already had one.
Grandma walked out of the room where dad was. She went to get a cup of coffee from one of those binding machines. It hissed and spread black water. Coffee did sound good, but I cannot imagine old hospital coffee was the best. The seconds ticked one by one. My eyes got heavier and all I hear is the ticking getting louder, and louder. As soon as I realized it, I was asleep.
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To Shout Fire From The Heart
FantasiIn a world that has become dull and gray to a 14 year old girl. she finds out what truly happens to her dad. On her path of discovery she meets friends along the way. Strange at first but in time she finds them quiet charming and kind. In the end sh...
