Impathy

....hmm.....

A November moon shone through the third story window.
The gnarled boy who lay on the bed was being mocked by the big plain clock next to the blaring television.
The pitiful face was a mask of pain from the disease that had slowly torn him apart for the duration of his 8 years.

...."there are other medications we can try, Mrs. Knowles, but they are experimental, you know".....
Confusion lined the face of the mother, her thin hair held together by a blue bandana.
She knelt by the boy, looking into his difficult to look into eyes.
...."I just wish there was more I could do....".....she wept, teardrops on sanitized sheets.

"Stop saving me." screamed the boy inside.

Reviews

[Jane Doe]

I thought it was EMPATHY?
sooo confuszzeld

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Wow, very deep here, other-worlder, and very emotional too. I can see the boy's pain and suffering just from that one line "Stop saving me" a powerful piece of work here, hit me quite hard; very well done~

[luciddreamer]

Wow...strong write here....thought provoking...
Peace
Robin

[Samuel Dickens]

This is some strong stuff, Tony. From my own experience, I know the boy feels. Life is precious, but sometimes it all becomes too much to tolerate.