All Choked Up

One thing I hate. I hate Seattle. Always raining. No where to run. I'm trapped. My only place to go, my car. My house isn't even safe for my own liking. My car leads me to my real safe place, the hospital. 

"Dana, don't cry." She cried. "Dana, don't leave." She left. "It would will all get better, right?" It got worse everyday. 

Two two things I hate. I hate Seattle. I hate the hospital. Haunting memories float around my mind of my mother's death. Her last seventeen years were watching doctors waste their time on her. I wouldn't let them stop trying. No one, would let them stop trying. She was a fighter, and she was giving up. Her eighteenth year in hell was her last. No more pain. No more suffering. She got what she wanted and I lost everything. I was full of guilt and selfishness. Now Seattle Grace Hospital was all I had left of her. It was my escape.

"Take her to the O.R. now! We are wasting time people! We are life savers. Don't screw it up." Trying to drain out the sound of yelling doctors and patients screaming in pain. The waiting room floor was so cold. I couldn't stand it, yet I was there, laying on the ground drenched in my own tears. This was painful but soothing at the same time. I heard footsteps in the distance, which was the last thing I wanted at this time. I knew exactly who it was. "Aileen. It's time for you to leave." Mary Ellen had a cold heart. You would mistake her for no heart at all. 

Three things I hate. I hate Seattle. I hate the hospital. I hate my mother's lawyer, Mary Ellen.

Author's Note

A little short I'm aware but It took me a while because I'm

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[Gracee]

heyyyyyyy u copied me a lil (seattle, seattle grace hospital...)