"Everything's going to go fine. And I'll be there every step of the way. You know that." She nods subtly and takes a deep, shaky breath. She doesn't look herself, as if she were there no more. she looks as if she had taken her most joyous being out so it wouldn't have to witness what was about to happen. I don't blame her. This will change her, for good or bad, I don't know. I refuse to allow my mind to wander to the bad, the "what if's", the "If only things could change a little." They bring me down, make me cry myself to sleep every night. She hasn't seen me cry. She thinks I'm strong, that I'm the rock of her life. Rocks have emotions, or at least this one does; but when one has an person holding on to them for dear life, emotions are hidden away in the deepest cavities until reprieve can be given.
Listening to the nurse explain the procedure is cruel, the bile choosing this time to make its journey back up my sore throat. I rest my head in my hands and concentrate on the hypnotic pattern of the tiles below my feet. Just put a needle in and let it drip in. Yeah, that's easy, I think to myself, venom coursing through the road map of my mind. Soon enough, the nurse says she's going to start. Her voice is as sullen as our moods are, and I offer Kentasha my hand. She shakes her head and focuses on the nurse's actions.
I hear a deep breath pull into her body as the needle goes in, escaping when it's in place. The nurse says it'll take a while to complete, but it's not like we have anywhere to go. I lift my head when she's gone and look at my sister-the sister I've been with through thick and thin. Life seems to be throwing a lot of thickness our way recently, but we're trudging through thus far. Offering her my hand, she grabs it with her free arm and looks down at how mangled her brother's hand has become. She doesn't pull up my hoodie sleeve for fear of what she'd see. She has to suffer pain, then I will too. I've told her I stopped a long time ago, that those were just bruises from previous sessions. She believes me so far and that's how it's staying.
"Remember the time when I had to have that tooth pulled?" The question is random, her scratchy voice filling the room. The room that will become our best friend, our shield from the rain. The room that offered the only possible ray of sunshine in our dim lives at the moment. This would be the room of miracles, or the room of pain and sorrow. I'm praying for the room to produce the former one.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Remember how you screamed and cried that the doctor didn't know what he was talking about, that he was a quack and why couldn't they take one of your teeth instead of mine? You sure raised hell to be 9." Her laugh makes me smile as I reminisce. "Sound like any current situation?"
I nod silently. "Yeah. You're my baby sister. What kid gets their tooth pulled at 7? What kid freaking...." my voice trails and trembles rack my large frame. They began cascading quicker and quicker together until I was shaking. I let go of her hand and left the room, breaking down as large sobs broke through the quietness of the hospital. I had to have been out there for 15 minutes or more. When I reentered the room, Kentasha was leaning her head back, half in a doze. Her face was damp and I know she had been crying. I have failed yet again to keep my sister happy.
She looks up at me and smiles. "Tear jerking story huh?"
I don't respond. I sit by her side again and brush her hair. The long, brunette mass was soft and smelled like strawberries. "Go to sleep. You know we can talk on the way home."
"You know that's not gonna happen," she whispers softly. I know, but I'm not going to admit it. My stomach has been doing flips at the thought of what stands ahead. I have everything to make it more comfortable, but from what I've heard, it's not much I can do.
"Well, we'll talk later then. You need to sleep." She hasn't slept in nearly a week aside sporadic naps here and there. I usually stay in her room until she dozes, and fall asleep on her. I continue to apologize, but she has stopped listening. I want to apologize for all she's going through, and all she will go through. I want to apologize for the pain in which I feel I've caused her, but I want to apologize for it not being me going through it. I'm stronger and I can deal with it. Why her?
As expected, the ride home is gruesome. The sound of regurgitation fills my car and I can't stop the tears from falling. I hold her hair as best I can and wonder whether her trembling is normal. "I hate throwing up," she whines.
"I know..It'll stop soon enough." Would it ever stop though? Would this episode be something that would become a part in her life? Would it be the thing to take her life, leaving me alone to mourn and hate myself? If God existed, then this will come out fine..right?
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To be continued...
"an person"-- a person
ReplyDeleteI really liked it. It's quite sad. You should post the rest of it, I would really love to read the rest of it. Just one thing about the story that is bothering me, it's not really clear what procedure is being performed in the story. Or the cause for the procedure. I think I may have a guess at what it is but I'm not 100% sure. Other than that, it's very well written. Minor spelling/gramar mistakes like the one mentioned above.
This was such an intense story Gabby. The way you placed the emotions made it so real. I would love to see the rest of this if you ever do post it :) Only thing I would suggest is when you go back to edit, check over your sentences and if they seem a bit long, break them down into multiple sentences. Also some extra breaks in paragraphs might add to the effect of time change, as you did with the last paragraph. Great job.
ReplyDeleteI like the story so far. It is very dramatic and interesting. I like how you begin the story at a crucial point in the character's life, instead of the event leading up to where the story begins. "an person"- a person
ReplyDelete"going to go fine"- will go fine.- It's in the checklist
I like it since the story really gives room for the reader to imagine what actually happened (: Umm, for some parts, the action sounds like a list, but that is a minor problem (since you snap out of it pretty quickly). (: Good job
ReplyDeleteI kind of disagree with Katia because I like the fact that you don't really know what's going on. It leaves mystery and suspense which is good in this story. It is really good and leaves the reader to want to read more and be inerested.
ReplyDeleteStory was mysterious for you don't know what kind a procudure it may have been. With its current mood we are to assume the worst. That is why the reader is left wanting to find out what happens next and to read on.
ReplyDeleteGreat story and nice job setting the mood.