The waiting place

Date: 11/30/2017

I’ve been in this hospital like hotel place for months now awaiting something. An old woman keeps telling me not to be scared and that it’s better this way. For months me and this woman play games and garden, never leaving the property. This woman was in her 90’s, long silver hair that was always pulled back in a bun, soulful hazel eyes and crooked teeth. One day she stopped coming to the waiting area. Our garden died. One day my father came with my two brothers. My dad looked impatient while my brothers choked back tears. I was aloud an hour with my brothers. I spent this time showing them my dead garden and asking about their school games and grades. Our father came into the yard and lead me to a grave stone with the numbers “#7727. 1997 - 2018” I looked at my ankle and matched the number. He stood a dazed me up and ushered me into a room with a table and two women. I pleaded to have 5 minutes before the “event.” He groaned and gave a nod looking at his watch. I sprinted to my waiting bed and grabbed a sketchbook. I then plucked my cherished stuffed frog (childhood thing) from under my pillow and walked back to the room with unsteady strides. I handed my brothers my worn sketchbook and clutched my frog tightly as I allowed the women to strap me down. My brothers wept and my father scrolled through his phone occasionally chuckling at some unknown content on the device. The women injected me with the liquid and I was unable to move almost instantly, my frog fell from my hand and my eyes darted to where he had fallen, my breathing became fast. A tear rolled down my cheek and my younger brother placed the frog on my chest and held my hand, my father swatted the back of his head. The first girl injected the second liquid and I could feel my lungs stall, I tried to thrash but couldn’t as my organs began to fail me. I let out wheezes but nobody reacted. I died slowly and painfully. After I was a lifeless form on the table, my father signed a document and walked out. My younger brother took my frog gently and held it tight to his chest, my second brother gripped my sketch book and trailed behind my father. -wake up- Keep in mind that I’m 20 and all the people here we’re older, so I’m spooked😂