Creative Writing: The Cabin

The Cabin On the thirteenth of October, 1949, it was a cold and wet day plagued with a brisk wind that swept the ice cold wind aggressively across the grey sky. The Ward family had been staying at a Cabin that they had owned for five years and is located right outside of Rosewood Pennsylvania. Zayah Ward, who was the only child, was a little stubborn, but loved the great outdoors and participate in activities. As for Zayah’s parents, Jennah and David, they loved the outdoors just as much as their ambitious little daughter did, but more than the outdoors, they loved their daughter. They cherished every minute with her and would do anything to make her happy.

On this dreary raining day, as they listened to the rain slam against the windows,

Zayah started to pull a fit, and ran upstairs to the attic, to her fort, in which she built a couple years ago and always went when her parents were not being fair. She thumped her feet onto the ground as tears ran down her face. Seconds later, she heard little footsteps travel cautiously towards her, followed by faint squeals. In a panic, she quickly turned around, looked down at the wood floor, and there she saw a rat. This rat was like no rat she had seen before, this rat, although small, was fierce. At first glance, this rat looked like all others, but when Zayah looked a little closer she felt a chill in her spine. This rat stared at Zayah with vengeance in its beady red eyes, as if the rat had been searching for one specific person, Zayah. Zayah only wanted to run away as fast as she could, but she panicked instead, and that is when the rat charged at her and bit

Jennah stopped the car with a jerk as David immediately jumped out, taking Zayah with him, as he ran through the emergency room doors to the hospital. Just as the trio went through the doors, a nurse who had seen the fear in Zayah’s parent’s eyes, yelled for more help. It was within what seemed liked minutes, but in actuality was seconds, about five nurses and a doctor ran over to help. They immediately took Zayah, put her in a wheelchair and rushed her away. Jennah and David were besides themselves with grief, as they tried to keep up with their daughter, they were stopped as they reached the end of the hallway and were told to wait there. Jennah and David held each other and cried for the first hour, then David shrank into a chair as Jennah paced the hallway continuously. After five hours of not knowing what was going on with their daughter, a doctor suddenly came out of the room. Zayah’s parents shot up with eagerness, as the doctor started to explain about their daughter’s status. She slowly and empathically gave them the bad news. The doctor explained, “The rat that bit your daughter transferred a rare and ‘unknown’ disease that cannot be treated. Your daughter only has a few hours to live”. Jennah’s and David’s hearts’ dropped in that moment. After a few minutes of crying, they pulled themselves together to go spend their daughter’s last hours beside her. In silence, the parents entered the room to see