The Angel of Death I felt the tension in the air. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as footsteps crept down the hallway. Anna, my hospital roommate, started breathing heavily. “I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die,” panted Anna. I didn’t say anything. I was at a loss for words. There was a silent pause. Then, the door creaked open. A shadowy figure moved in. I wasn’t sure if this was reality or a dream. Was all of this just a trick of imagination? Anna whispered frantically. “No, no! Please, spare my life. I won’t tell a single soul.” The figure whispered, “Shh. Relax. The Angel of Death is doing you a favor. All of the pain will go away soon.” Her voice reminded me of one of the assistants, Nurse Maribelle, but I …show more content…
Hesitantly, I slowly took a deep breath and started my explanation of what I believed had happened to Anna. I knew she was sick, but I suspected there had been foul play. Doctor Lee took a moment to process all of my words. He rubbed his forehead, and eventually said, “Leila. You’re on new medication. The symptoms of this drug may include hallucinations, which leads up to…” As he droned on, I tuned out all of the useless words spitting out of his mouth. I already lost the battle. Interrupting, I said, “Thank you, Doctor. You’re right. It was most likely a dream. Forget I said anything.” Dejected, I left the doctor’s office. I was lost in my own thoughts and as I was heading back to my room, I ran straight into Nurse Maribelle. In a heart-stopping moment, a vision flashed in my head, “Was it her?” Frightened, I exclaimed, “I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be out of bed.” Nurse Maribelle sweetly smiled. “Oh, honey. Don’t you worry about it! I won’t tell a single soul.” I froze, totally petrified. It wasn’t a dream. I felt cold sweat dripping on my forehead- a nasty feeling formed in my stomach. If I didn’t come up with a plan, I was going to
I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am. Of course not I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one. “HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”
“Her situation now appeared before her like an abyss. She was panting as though her lungs would burst…She stopped in front of the pharmacist’s shop.”
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
“I woke up from the nightmares with a cold fear,” she said. “I came to a point where I didn’t want to die, but just wanted to be dead.”
Q: When your mom died the effects it had on Margot and Lara Jean must have been different then you due to your age. Your sisters had to grow up overnight and become responsible and had to care for you. How do you believe your mom's death impacted you? A:
People have been saying that you got assigned a patient with Dr. Lindwell.” Melanie stated. I shook my head as if confirming that statement. I could feel Melanie’s eyes staring me down as the air filled with silence, her enthusiasm gone. “I hear Dr. Lindwell has some strange clients.”
PROLOGUE You are going to die. It’s as simple as that. We are born, we live while we can, and then we die.
I loved her you know. I loved her, before, before she changed. Before everything went wrong. Before she killed herself. I’m pretty sure it was my fault too. If only I had been brave enough, like she was, but I guess that’s why people humiliated her. I guess that’s why she died; because I was a coward. I wish I hadn’t of been, she wouldn’t be in a grave if I had just had the courage. I loved her too. She didn’t know it, but I tried to hint at it. I guess she thought I was leading her on or something. I tried to tell her but every time I did attempt to, she would look up at me with those big brown eyes and I would melt and nothing would come out.
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
A voice in the back of my head was telling me, “Something is NOT right.” Just before I dozed off, I was greeted by my mother, looking troubled. She whispered, “I want to let you know I love you so so so much. I’ll miss you. Goodbye, Lana.”
He had been there for long as I could remember. He always stood in the corner of my room, his cloak merged in with the darkness around him. I tried to get closer to him numerous times, but he was always so far away, no matter how many steps I took. When I told my dad about him, he just shot me a look of disgust, the same one he gave to the homeless when he passed them on the streets. When I was around three, I started to get more curious.
I looked over at Ami and wiped away some stagnant tears with the backside of my wrist, but she said nothing. The nurse came back in holding a white hospital band which she fastened to my left wrist. Then finally introduced herself to me as Katie.
" Is today the day? Am I ready yet?" I am prepared and that's why I'm
I was still in a village, in a bed I didn’t recognize and I could hear voices from outside. I stood up and walked towards the door. As I opened it to step outside, all the people that saw me stopped in their tracks. I could see the expression of surprise and even fear on their faces, but I still had no idea what was happening.
“Linda?” The stout dark haired nurse named Jewel called for me from the door way leading to the patient exam rooms. I stood with Michael in my arms and our diaper bag over my shoulder. “Dr is ready to see Michael now.” She completed, with a look of sorrow written on her face. My heart sank at that moment. She may not realize it, but her face told me the results of his recent scans were not good.