Story. “My heart is breaking, soon to be shattered. The only thing to stop it? A needle and thread.” The waiting room is quiet. The noise of patient's whispers as they chatter about vacations echo through the room, the woman at the front desk snickers happily with someone on the phone not seeing the glances that she gets from her coworkers, the distant rumbles of cars leaving with a sigh of relief rumble out the door. Everyone is happy; their minds quiet and serene. All the while, I fight my inner battles trying to kill the demons. *Gasp My mind is dead as what seems quiet around me feels like utter terror and chaos, I break in two gasping and wheezing for the breaths that my daughters life hangs in the balance of... *Gasp My mind silently dies as I choke and heave hoping to breathe in some of the sanity I have left only to be grasping on to smoke as it drains away... *Choke My heart drowns in the tears that I sob as I mourn and pray, hoping for my daughter's life to be saved, for her to live a full life! And for me to make up for what a terrible mother I had been to her... A lost cause. My inner mind chokes as the silent realistic voice ties a chain around me. Suffocating me. Like a shark dragging me down into the depths where I will sink and die... *Gasp My mind goes bipolar; Hoping for my daughter to live. Hoping for her to go quick... Sixteen. Only sixteen! I sink into the depths of the night. My mind screeches and screams in insanity as I choke into the vast empty void where my sound is absorbed, and my hope goes to the grave. The only thing keeping me here? The slow faint beeping of the monitors. Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Faintly. Going. Away. My heavy heart turns to the memories of my own similar accident. The car. The flip. Only I was lucky enough to not be on a bridge... And to have a family worth fighting for. A family that fought its hurdles together. A family that never gave up on each other. A family with love... A family that I left with a broken heart. A family that when they warned me against him I left them in the dust. A family that was right... “Miss Harlow we need you” A nurse quickly rushes in and out ushering me to come with her. Breaking my trance of despair. I run after her as my eyes turn a puffy red from tears being held back waiting to hear the news. I run down the hallway racing to my daughter’s room. Only to stop short as I approach a window looking into her room. I stared for what seemed like forever. She was attached to so many wires and her wounds looked as though they had been scorched to the bone. Her monitor was beeping slower and slower as the tubes that ran up her nose seemed to be of no use anymore. Tears came to my eyes as I stared at her in this state. In that moment? I knew she was going to die. Every bit of emotion I had been holding back suddenly poured out. A water fall of tears and sobs rang through the halls. I crumple to the floor and screech and scream. “Why Lord! What did she do to deserve this!” My anger pours out as I blame myself and wish for terrible things to come and destroy me. My anger screeches and the busy hallway turns all attention to me. Whispers echo through about disrespect and insanity. “You think I’m insane? You think I need to calm down? My daughter has just been killed! I don’t care if you hate my outbursts but I do care about the fact that my daughter is dying in there and most of the medical staff is out here! Don’t go saying that there is nothing you can do!” I quietly add, “there is always something you can do” I sit on a bench and let out more sobs of pain. My mind is numb as I silently whisper “Why couldn’t it have been me?” And suddenly? The world went dark. “My heart is breaking, soon to be shattered. The only thing to stop it? A needle and thread.”
