Silence fills the area, suffocating me as visiting hours come to a end and night falls upon the west wing of the hospital. The only stream of light comes from the flickering of the broken light bulb that's unfortunately located right in my room. Pulling the white blanket that was just to thin to add any comfort once so ever, I prepare for hours of haunting nightmares that will welcome me if I become brave enough to close my eyes. Tonight the grim reaper isn't in a form of a creature, it doesn't hide under the hospital bed, nor does it watch me from afar from the closet. It never has the need to hide, it just stands in front of me in the middle of the room, or follows a step behind me in the hallway, it looms over me and does the best to make the presence clear. Thats because I already know what awaits me, its obvious, sure the doctors don't bring it up everyday nor do my parents. The grim reaper isn't in a human form its a monster that has no real form other than the growing tumor inside me. Its all in my head, eating away at my brain as if its a desert. Its a waiting game to see what kills me faster, the endless prescription of useless medicine, or the untreatable brain tumor. Both have taken away my hair, my family's happiness, my future, and left me nothing but a boney pale shell that is nothing but a practice dummy connected to multiple machines. So here I lay dreaming of drowning in a dark ocean forgetting how to swim once again but this time I'm being dragged deeper and deeper watching the last bubbles of air leave my mouth. I choose not to put up a fight this time and welcome the dark depths wanting to see whats going to happen next, what awaits in my next life. It's at 10:pm in room 512 that the light is no longer flickering anymore as the grim reaper pulls the plug watching a constant straight line appear on the heart monitor and the beeping of the machine can be hear though out the goodnight slumber of west wing of the hospital.
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