Creative Writing: The Pill

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Walking down the bright, white hallways gave the same feeling of walking through a maze because everything looked the same. Lingering in the air was the ever present lemon like scent that originated from the massive amount of cleaning wipes the hospital uses. Everything was clean and clear. I got it! I walked at a faster pace as I finally remembered where the department was. I rounded a corner and gave a relieved sigh as I spotted the bright green sign that read “Obstetrics” above a pair of wooden double doors. I reached for the tan colored telephone that was adjacent to the double doors.

“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled

She sunk back into the couch. “It's not all of a sudden.” she said quietly.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

"It's completely normal. You were only three when he left. And if you remember him, you'd know that he wasn't a very nice person and it's better that he's gone."

I see him walking around and we lock eyes. He comes over and sits right next to me. “Are you ok?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“I know. I get it. Really, I do. Still, I know I’ll be fine. I want you to get your life back. I want you to be happy. And….” I trailed off.

He sighed. "I want to tell you, it's just not my place to say anything."

Her expression softened. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on between the two of you, but I’m sure it can be worked out. honestly, I bet he just needed some extra rest because he was up all night playing with himself.”

Xavier looks a little uneasy, and tells her, "I'm sorry Miss. I'll just leave now."

At last, she finally arrives to a hospital that seems to be in the middle of no where. There is nothing in sight other than the hospital and a minute gas station that looked as abandoned as rest of the part of town she was in. She pulls into the parking lot and her mind is flooded with questions, “Where do I park, where do I enter, who do I check in with, what if I’m in the wrong place?” she begins asking herself. She walks through the double doors in the ambulance bay into the Emergency Room where she will be spending the next 12 hours of her life. She walks in and greets the staff that she assumes she will be working with today. “Good Morning everyone!” Taylor lets out an overly joyful greeting. Staff responds back with a simultaneous, monotoned, “Morning.” This jaded Taylor’s hopes for the day, as none of the staff seemed interested in being there. She begins questioning is this really what she was meant to do in life. Then, at a no more perfect moment than right then, she hears a chipper, “Good Morning all!’’ Anxiously awaiting the identity of this mysterious person, a blonde haired, peppy and perky as ever, nurse emerges from behind the entrance