Hi guys! This is just a short story I've written as an assignment for a class in college. It is extremely short and cliched, however, I still wanted to share it with you guys. I thope you will enjoy it.
Thank you,
Please review. :)
Dear Friend
I was walking down the streets by myself when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I remember slowly losing consciousness surrounded by many people walking as if something was chasing after them. I remember looking around, feeling as though everything was in slow motion; people's gloomy face, the relaxing sound of rain hitting the ground, a buzzing sound in my ears, my heartbeat louder than anything, and the red light blinding my unfocused eyes. Dear friend, I am writing this to you because I know you will understand more than anyone else. The reason why I have not told this to anyone is simply because I do not one to be a burden. Also, my situation cannot be fixed. I will not tell you exactly what I have because, like I said, it is not something that can be fixed, therefore, telling about it will not make it better. You should only know that, these days, I have gotten bad again. But don't let this bring you down; just do not forget that I chose to write this to you and only you.
The next day after my black out, I found myself in a hospital room with a doctor and a nurse. I will not tell any names since I want this to stay anonymous. So I will just use their last names' initials. Mrs. S was looking at me with a pitiful look: God, how I hate that look. Aren't nurses trained to not have that kind of look? It only makes the situation sadder than it already is. Thankfully, Dr. T was not looking at me in that way. Personally, I quite fancy him. He is a brilliant young man. But, who am I kidding? There is no way he would be interested into a sick woman like me. The reason why you have not seen me in months is because I have been admitted to the hospital. See, my condition is too bad to live by myself. Please understand. Then, Dr. T leaned in closer and looked at my healing wound from the surgery.
"This seems fine. You said you felt pain suddenly?" I nodded. "Did you run or walk for a long amount of time?" I shook my head. "Hmm, you need to go under the scanner." He stated.
However, I did not want to go under the scanner. I do not think it is useful anymore since I know I do not have much time left. I haven't been sleeping for days, and if I did, it would only be for a few hours under the influence of sleeping pills. That same day, I left the hospital. Thankfully I was not caught. I am sure by this time everyone at the hospital is looking for me and they probably notified the police as well. But, I have my own hide out nobody knows of, not even you, dear friend. Of course, I will not tell my location, although I am sure they will find me sooner or later. Will I still be alive by then? That, I do not know. Now don't try to look for me, because once you get your hands on this letter, it will be already too late. The reason why I have not been sleeping, why I have collapsed in the middle of the streets is that my illness reached the final stage. How do I know that without doctors' word? I just do. I can feel it. And I am so tired. I am looking through the window; snow is falling slowly and naked trees buried under the thick white snow. I love this view. For the first time of my life, I don't feel any pain. Perhaps my body is too tired to feel anything. It is possible. All I know right now is that I am so tired. I want to rest. I want to take a long and peaceful nap.
Dear friend, I am tired, I can finally go to sleep now, can I?