![]() A new beginningA Story by C.C. Marx![]() to my great-grandmother, miss you always <3![]() It’s cold, the snow is just starting to melt. Your journey was long; the area in which you travelled wasn’t pleasant. You stand in front of a big white building. You see a family leaving; leading them is a man, hardened and grayed by years of experience. His face is serious and distant; you can tell a lot is on his mind. His pace is matched by a much younger man, resemblance between the two lets you know they are related. His face is blank, you are unsure of how he is feeling. A small girl clasps the older man’s hand. He looks down at her fondly, but says nothing. Her eyes are bloodshot, but her face is determined; you know she is trying hard to hold her emotions at the bay. Trailing a few steps behind is a shorter woman. Also grayed by the years, her pretty face has slight indications of worry. She quickly wipes her eyes, fixes her smudged makeup, and inhales deeply. She looks at the young girl standing next to her, worriedly. The young girl, taller than her mother, walks quietly in thought. She is obviously not the oldest, but not the youngest either. A tear runs down her cheek, but she makes no effort to hide it. It is obvious she is emotional, but she chooses not to keep these emotions stowed away. The older woman squeezes the girl’s shoulder reassuringly, and the girl smiles back gratefully. They walk past you, not acknowledging your presence. You enter the large building quietly. You find yourself heading up a flight of stairs until you reach the wing you were searching for. You make your way to Intensive Care Unit Room 5. A crowd of visitors huddle together outside the room, each waiting patiently for their turn. Some sit on chairs, others leave to make coffee runs. You take a seat on an empty chair and make yourself comfortable because you know your wait will be long. Finally, the majority of the guests have left. A few stragglers make themselves at home on the chairs with no intention of moving. The room is empty, you see your chance. You quickly enter the room, nobody stops you. The dark room is lit by only the hall light. You position yourself in a seat by the bed and take the frail hand of the elderly patient. She lies there, deep in sleep. Her face is peaceful, her cares are few. You can tell she was in pain, but now she happy. You can tell she worries about her family, how will they go on without her? Reassuringly, you pat the sleeping woman’s hand. “They will understand.” you say softly. “They would want you to be at peace. It is ok to let go.” You leave the room and make your journey back home. Once you reach your destination, you realize you have a visitor. The sleeping woman is there, bright-eyed and free. “Thank you.” she says. And with a wave of goodbye, she disappears, ready to move on to a new beginning. © 2012 C.C. MarxAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 8, 2012 Last Updated on October 8, 2012 Author![]() C.C. MarxAboutMy friends call me C which is short for.....Anyways let's share a little about me, shall we? I write because it gives me a way to say things I've never had the courage to explain or tell others. Ther.. more..Writing
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