Brandon D ' Amico Not Forgotten

[He] gazed round his little room with loathing. It was a tiny little cubby-hole of a place, no more than six paces long, and so low that anybody of even a little more than average

John stood there above him and started to feel a tear roll down his cheek. He was crying. He never really got to know the boy but that boy helped him so much and he did not even realize it.

The room was musty and dimly lit. A heavy curtain was drawn across the only window, allowing only a slight and pathetic slant of balmy sunlight to slip in. Faintly, the air tasted of dog urine and stray fur—a fusty undertone hovering beneath ghostly.

Dr. Leonard discovers a small lump on Nick’s abdomen. Nick does not appear distressed when the doctor examines the lump.

"Nothing's the matter." Boy, was I getting nervous. "The thing is, I had an operation very recently."

The early morning air was crisp and the smell of rain still lingered. It was still dark out and the street lamps illuminated the rundown neighborhood as Roy stepped out of his small town home. He stared out at the bare street for a few minutes contemplating what to do next. After a while, the redhead pulled out his phone. Dialing a number, he waited for the other person on the end to pick up.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.

The Doctor was circling his fallen tardis sitting on it's side with the sonic screwdriver out mumbling "...should be fine... just needs some time...a day maybe? Yeah, a day...maybe less, theres so much time energy everywhere!" He turned towards her. "Sorry dear, it looks like we're stuck here for a bit."

“Just calm down, it well be find.” She passed him a cup of tea, “They always have that kind of ‘conversation’ between the patient’s family members and the doctors...”

As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.

“Okay so are we doing the surgery,” the doctor asked in his white doctor coat.

The town was dark. Rain hit the windows of the taxi, making the man in the backseat very tired. He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, knowing full well he wouldn't actually be able to sleep. He would be getting out soon, anyway. The taxi passed street after street, and even without his eyes being open he knew exactly where he was. The taxi came to a slow stop. He paid the driver, got out and watched as the car drove away. After he could no longer see the lights he turned around and walked into the apartment building.

"It looks like you are having some troubles getting your ear infection to clear up huh?" the doctor asked

When morning came he resumed his work when suddenly his room became engulfed in darkness. After some time the lights went on again and