Chapter 7A Chapter by Beverly JaneI'm here.Chapter 6: I sat in a waiting room, knees to my chest, and my heart in
my stomach. That made me wait in this blasted waiting room, saying I was in the
way. She was my mother, how did they expect me to act? Mizu sat on the other
side of the waiting room. Not speaking, not even looking at me. His voice was
soft when he quickly spoke to me, “You need eat.” I shrugged ignoring him. Why
was he so worried about me? My mother was the one in that room dying, being
ripped away from my life. Because, she felt that the only way out was taking her life. If she died, what would happen? I thing I would die alone
with her, because then I would be alone. It was obvious, that after last night
that I was alone. A doctor with short dark hair, and brown eyes walked out of
my mother’s room. I stood quickly. His face held certain content to it, very
difficult to read. “Your mother is stable.” Some sense of me relaxed, but the
other didn’t. Nervously, I asked, “What happens next?” His eyes then grew even
more difficult to read, no emotion. Were all doctors this way? No emotions,
just robots that did a job? “She will need to go to rehab, learn everything
over. It will be a difficult task, but not an impossible one,” his voice
sounded more kind and sincere then. A little more relaxed at that moment I sank
down into the chair. A fear stabbed its way into my heart, can I handle it? I
am alone, with no one. Obviously, when it came down to it, Mizu wasn’t there. The doctor nodded, as if knowing my struggle with this
problem and walked away. Mizu walked gracefully over to my side, and kneeled
before. “No matter how you feel, you aren’t alone.” I looked up at him in
shock. His eyes were longing, longing of what I was unsure. “I am here every
step of the way,” he had a hint of pain in his voice. “What happened last
night,” his voice sounded of regret. “Will not happen again.” © 2013 Beverly JaneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBeverly JaneAboutHello, wow! It's been a while since I have been on this site, it's almost like looking at a time capsule. It's been a while since I've had the same passion that I had back in high school for writing. .. more..Writing
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