Void

One person perspective to there chilling thoughts and depression

There I was sitting on the edge of the pool, feet danglin over the edge into to the water below. Dads grilling ,and my brothers are splashing about, giggling happily. The sun is bright and the breeze is warm ,the sky is filled with white clouds swirling around the atmosphere above. Nothing on my mind but pure joy thinking that one day I'll think back on this and see how good my life is....I wake up and realize it was all just a dream ,all in my head, and as I come to, I start to notice my surroundings trying to piece together where I am. The room is small ,slightly claustrophobic. All four walls are plain white with pale green trim, there's one chair next to the bed. This is when I notice that I'm in a hospital...alone in a complete void of silence and loneliness, there's a slight ringing in my ears. I look down to see that I'm naked from the waist up ,a bright puffy line down the center of my chest , tubes protruding from my chest and arms ,the after math of the 8 hour surgery I had just awoken from less then an hour ago. The silence is broken by a tall thin African American woman in her late 30s ,short and stocky, but neatly clothed. She walks to the side of the bed to checks my blood pressure and heart rate, hits a few buttons and starts an ivy, I feel the cold fluid shoot through my veins causing me to since a little. I try to open my mouth to try and speak, but even doing so causes my whole body to tremble in pain...leaving me speechless yet again.

Author's Note

I honestly think my story is like a metaphor for my depression and stuff, like the incision, sometime memories cut so deep in your mind they will leave you scarred and you never forget them . The being naked is the vulnerability you feel when facing your problems head on and the Iv is life and people trying to bring you back to the happy life You used to have .
the tubes represent the life and energy being pulled out of me from the thoughts that I have ,the dream I have in the story is myself saying everything that you make up is always happier in your mind then it is on the outside, and the lady is my thoughts cutting into my will to live, aka silence...she's trying to do everything she can to make me better but it doesn't help. And no matter how much I try to speak up no one can hear me So I just stop cause it hurts to much to speak about it . The room is empty with nothing but a chair,which can be seen as there's always that one bad thing on my mind and there's nothing else there...