|
|
|
"Awww crap...this is inconvenient." stressed Scarlette was dying and this was all she thought, no anger, no sadness, no remorse, just that it was mildly inconveniet. As she lie in the bed her breathing getting slower and slower, she thought about the last few weeks. She remembered sitting in the white room eavsdropping on the docter and the the orphanage's kind director, Mr Compley, receve the bad news. Most of the words Scarlette heard were long and complicated, but she could decifer enough to learn that her lung cancer was far too developed for the hospital to do anything about. She had three weeks. "Damn." she wispered under her breath. Most people would start bawling if they'd received news like that, but all Scarlette felt was mild suprise. Suprise that she wouldn't die in a federal prison somewhere alone and bitter. Scarlette's breathing was getting more and more shallow. In her mind she saw Compley, walking her room. "Scarlette, I have a question for you, alot of people I know would completely shut down if they'd been told they had less than a month to live. Aren't you even a little sad that this has happened?" Scarlette was quiet for a while thinking, then shee said,"Well Comply...I've never really had a chance at a good life and I never expected to, far as I can tell, my dying so young has spared me of a life of misery and disappointments" Scarlette was staring at Mr. Compley now, waiting for his reaction. After a long time he replied "Always the pessimist eh." "Gotta keep up my image ya' know!" At this remark Mr. Compley grew angry "Can't you look on the bright side for oncew in your life?!" Scarlette smiled like she did when she was about to make a smartass remark "The bright side huh? Oh, I got it! You have one less mouth to feed!" He stood up, and started walking out of the room shaking. "Why Compley, your not crying are you?" He slammed the door. Scarlette was brought back to the presant by a sharp pain in her chest. Using the last of her strength she turned her head to look at a picture taken a year ago, when she was 14. It was sunny and she was standing outside,face twisted into her trademark grimace. Waist-length, white, wavy hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing her favorite pair of jeans and a dirty pair of hot pink converses, and an "almost" new Charlie the Unicorn t-shirt from Hot Topic. Then she couldn't see anymore and she felt her heart stop. She took one last shuddering breath and then, let go.
 amgirl1208 · Sun Jan 24, 2010 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
