Hospital Whiteness

I remember how dizzy I was. I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds of the loud sirens were fading. The ambulance was shaking, driving so fast, the doctors could barely keep their balance. I had this big, white mask over my mouth, helping me breathe normally. I ignored the whole situation and just disappeared into a half sleeping condition. My mother stood on my right side, held my hand. Black tears of mascara were pouring down her face. You could see the look of her face was screaming. She was almost screaming, but held it back. She held my hand tighter and tighter, in hopes of it would keep me awake and sane. I was scared, but at the same time, I was too exhausted to stay awake in the situation.


6. Searching for mother

I had been running for probably five minutes, and walking for ten minutes.

I got closer to the center of town. The hospital was placed far away, but not far enough away for me to give up.

I couldn’t walk around wearing a hospital dress. It was three o’clock in the morning, but if there were people, they’d send me back to the mental hospital. I searched in dumpsters for clothes, and it finally paid off. I found a big, blue hoodie and some sweatpants. I threw the hospital dress in the dumpster and put on the hoodie and sweatpants.

I wasn’t far away from my mother’s house so I ran the rest of the way.

Once again, I started panicking. I was finally safe, yet scared. I ran up to the big, red front door and knocked as loud as I could. I waited for a few minutes, but no one came. I walked over to the windows, knocked on every single one of them.

“Mom? Mom!” I shouted.

I looked in the bushes and under the mat, but I couldn’t find the spare key.

I went to the other side on the house, walked up on the porch and tried the backdoor. It wasn’t locked.

I went inside. The house looked like a mess. I had been staying there for a few days, but I didn’t remember it looked like that. I looked around, shouted for my mother to come, but the house was empty for people. I ran upstairs and started shouting again. I checked every single room, but she wasn’t there.

Her phone was placed on the couch, dead.

“Mom…”, I whispered as the tears went down my face. Once again, all hope was lost. Game Over. What was I supposed to do? The nurses were probably out looking for me. There was nothing I could do. I might as well go back to the hospital and get my reward for escaping.

“Mary? Mary, are you in here?”

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...