Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly Kisses

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 53
  • WpVote
    Votos 4
  • WpPart
    Partes 3
WpMetadataReadContinúa15m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación sáb, jun 14, 2014
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
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.
Todos los derechos reservados
#535
tearjerker
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Not Sick But Not Well.
  • Types of tears (COMPLETED)
  • Changed me
  • Finding happiness (previously known as Billionaire playboy's secret past)
  • Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy
  • Because of Karson
  • Fix Me, I'm Broken
  • Sugar High
  • Gambit (Obsessions in Overdrive #2)
  • Love or Lust?

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido