FALLEN

Slowly, oh so so slowly, I wait and wonder. Wondering about life. Death. How fast you can go from driving in your car, to waiting in the hospital rooms.
I can feel death, consuming the little air I have left grasping me tightly, unwilling to let go. But still, I sit there. Waiting. And waiting. Silent tears welling up in my eyes eventually they fall but I've been biting my lip so hard I can taste the metallic blood. Filling my mouth quickly. I see the terror in my father's eyes. But I see no soul.
"Rivera? " we hear a doctor ask. My father jumps up almost immediately. I stay seated. But try ear voices. They're weak. Hush. But my father's reaction speaks louder. His outcries reaching every room in this god for saken building. His arms grasping the doctor. A frog deep in my throat. She's dead.
But this was seven years ago today. Here I sit at a table staring at my father's new wife. Her bouncy blonde hair waving everywhere as she enters the Kitchen