Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly Kisses

  • WpView
    Reads 52
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing15m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 14, 2014
White. All I see is white. White walls, white sheets, white lights, white uniforms. Just white. The sickly smell of bleach and cleaning agents invade my nose and the hushed voices caress my ears. This place is getting all to familiar for my liking. My presence becoming more frequent. I know there's exactly 342 stairs from level 1 to 4. It takes approximately 2 minutes to get from the bottom level to level 3, my level. That there are exactly 13 stores scattered throughout the building. That there are 8 men's, women's and disabled bathrooms. That canteen prices are ridiculously overpriced and no discount is given no matter how many times you visit. That the coffee machine is decaf even when they say it's not. That there are two kinds of nurses. The ones who are their for the money and ones that try their best to make a difference. And that this place is both a blessing and a curse. --------------------------------------------------- Erica's life hasn't been the easiest of lives. Her little brother is sick, her father is out of the picture. Her mum is all she has. Between school, work and Visiting hours she barely has time to herself let alone to socialize. But everything starts to change.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Changed me
  • Finding happiness (previously known as Billionaire playboy's secret past)
  • Love or Lust?
  • Not Sick But Not Well.
  • 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒
  • I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy
  • Worth The Trouble ✓
  • Fix Me, I'm Broken
  • Day×Itt (Love syndrome) .Book  - "Be My Dad"
  • Gambit (Obsessions in Overdrive #2)

Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines