That thing inside of me... - Textfreak1 (new reading txt) 📗

the reception to get a closer look on Paloma. Not knowing how to respond petite Paloma ignored her and asked if she could get a piece of paper and a pen (luckily the nurse did not gave her the pen she had chewed on).
With every step Paloma’s headache got worse. Her hands and legs began to shake and she could barely move. She approached an elevator and pressed the button with shaky fingers. Her brain thumped against her skull and Paloma could not see clearly any longer. As the door opened, she stumbled alone into the small room and waited for the doors to close. As they did she fell on her knees and her hands tensed up. In one hand she held the pen tightly and in the other one the sheet of paper. Trying to relax she scribbled a word onto the sheet before she lost her conscience.

“For the first time in my life I felt free. Free of all sorrow caused by my illness and free of all thoughts I wasted when I imagined my death. And first and foremost I felt free of all the pitiful glances my family gave me, trying so desperately to hide them. Of course I know that my death will shutter their perfect world they rebuilt when they came to know about my illness, but with every chapter that ends a knew one begins: Mine has finally come to an end, but a new chapter has already begun and hopefully it won’t be haunted by sorrow as mine was. No, I wish the best for my little brother Jacob - it means ‘God will protect you,’ but in his case I will.” Imprint

Publication Date: 08-26-2011

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