First and Last Time I Swear
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t say hey there
is a raging battle inside of me and I can’t do it on my own, we can do
everything by ourselves as long as we put our minds to it—I know we can. We can
succeed in this never ending battle we call life, but then again, the battle
always ends. Whither it ends with a .45 to the head, or a life from crib to
coffin, it ends. So why try? I have nothing to loose, just some beach house
I’ve obtained through the years, various objects and buildings from a lost life and a head full of broken thoughts and propositions which can never come true. Everyone
was gone for the rest of my life—must have been something I said— but I don’t
mind, I never really had anyone anyway.
I hear Doctor Petty P.H. Worthless D. happens
to be a good doctor/therapist/physician/whatever, and he can help me with my
problems. It seems like I don’t give anyone the respect they deserve–but why am
I here? So now I’m waiting in his lobby, the lady at the front desk says,
without appointment I can wait up to several hours. This is a small town, what
else would I do? I sit and my eyes start to wander; Grandma a few chairs to my
left patting her eyes with a Kleenex. A teenager slouched forward with dark
clothes sitting next to who I presume to be a pissed off mother in front of me.
Tree in the far right corner of me, looks like he has the worst of the troubles
and then something that caught my eye. There was a woman to the right of me a
few feet away, around my age. Skinny and pale with a little flush and dark
brown wavy hair that passes her shoulders and creating a veil over her face. She
was wearing a one-piece dark blue dress, simple, tiny and elegant; she was
leaning forward with her head down.
I looked at what her hands were doing,
left hand was slightly extended but resting on her lap, palm up. While the
other hand was gripped around her left wrist while her thumb was stroking the
wrist. Up down, up down, this constant motion intrigued me—what happened to
her? Granny Betty White to my left probably lost a family member, I’m taking
bets on her husband. Then that punk in front of me most likely got in trouble
with the law. A man came out of the doors to my far right looking at a
clipboard and walking at such a painfully slow pace that I was ready to knock
him out, put him in a wheelchair and push him down the hall and when he regains
consciousness he still would have been nearer to us than the lazy stroll he was
currently taking. I take that back, the lazy strollers makes this man look bad,
a lazy stroll just might be to fast for this man.
“He speaks!” I thought as Granny Betty
sniffed a little and looked up to the doctor.
“Yes?” she whispered
“Could you please come with me?”
“Ok.” She got up and waddled
towards the doctor and it looked like they were doing the one hundred meter
dash to the door to exit the room—oh ya, the woman.
I tried to examine what she was doing and
then it hit me. This is how I think her night went. She is depressed, I know
this as a fact, and I can feel the cursed aura coming off of her. She had a
depressing, rough day. She’s mentally drained and she isn’t feeling to well
physically. Something pushed her over the edge; lets say she found out her
boyfriend was cheating on her with little bimbo bitch from across town. They
didn’t care, they didn’t understand her, and they defiantly don’t know what its
like to be trapped in a fleshy citadel of illness. Then he calls her one late
night on his cell phone.
“What you up to sweetie?”
“Oh nothing,” she says. “Thinking of
taking a bath in a bit, it was a hard day”—she knows everything.
“Well do you mind me coming over and
relieving some of that stress?” She bit her lip, and smiled.
“I would love that, ill leave the door
unlocked.”
“Alright sweet” he laughs. “I’ll be there
in a few.” She turned off her phone and cries.
She jumps up off her leather couch,
closes her book and starts to head to the bathroom. Puts her hands on the door
handle and stops, sighs, then continues her journey. She turns to the white
porcelain tub, bends over and turns the water till she reaches the temperature
she wants. Gets up, turns around, walks to her mirror/medicine cabinet and she
sees what she has become she starts to cry more.
“If this is what you want, then you’re
getting it.” She whispers, and starts taking off her clothes. When in the nude
she looks at herself again in the mirror.
“So this is what I’ve become.” She takes
her phone off of her sink and turns on the camera. Starting to send some
revealing picture to her once known significant other to guarantee his
arrival—send.
She starts to cry again and begins to do
what she originally intended to do to this poor excuse of a man. Reaching into
the medicine cabinet she grabs three things; pain relievers, anti-depressants,
and the razor she uses for shaving. She takes the pain reliever bottle and
pours the pills out into her hand, the bottle was nearly full, and it was empty
when she was done. Plenty fell to the ground but it didn’t matter to her, she
just needed enough to numb her pain, she threw her head back, put all the pills
she could hold into her hand into her mouth and swallowed.
Next she opened her anti-depressants, she
looks inside the full bottle and read the label. “Wellbutrin, take two 200mg
tablets, by mouth, every day.” She stood over the sink and dumped every last
pill into it and turned the faucet on.
Then she picked up the razor, examined it
for a few seconds then turned to the right and threw it at the door with all
her might. The razor fell to the ground in several pieces and she started to
walk towards the door. The bathroom was very steamy now; she bent over and
picked up one of the blades while standing on other pieces of the razor.
Looking at the blade she smiled and stood up.
“I hope it was worth it.” While taking
the blade to her wrists and doing the only thing she could now. Then she laid
in the tub with her wrists out for the world to see closed her eyes and hoped
for the night to end.
What happened next? I can’t tell what
happened. Obviously her wish came true and the night ended, but just the
night—nothing else. But what the boyfriend did I have no idea, I only hope for
the best. He could have entered the room to see her bathing in her own blood
freaked out, called the police which brings her here today. Or the sick excuse
of a man could of gotten into that, and still just had his way with her. But I
feel he did nothing at all, she is holding her wrists like a failed attempt to
scream to the public “I am not sane, I need help.” But the cry was not heard.
He entered the room to find a woman bound to her sickness, bathing in the only
thing she has and cried with her. He knew what he did, and he knew that she
knew and he wanted to become a changed man. Nonetheless he has already made his
imprint in her life; it was time to erase his ink on her paper and he left
hoping she will live to see another day. He got what he wanted, but she never
got what she wanted, weird the way that always works. They never say or heard
from each other again and she woke up in the morning, room red, room
temperature water, feeling incomplete.
That brings us to today; she knew that
something was obviously wrong so she made an appointment with this clinic and
she needs to tell people what happened last night and what she should do.
Grandma Betty opened up the door to my left with the Dr. Whoever behind her.
“I hope you do well Mrs.
Granderson.” The doctor said. I sneezed. And granny flinched.
“You too doctor.” As she walked
passed me she gave me such a glare that I wouldn’t be surprised that she just
condemned my soul to hell—but I didn’t care. I turned my head and I started to
observe the bookshelf to the right of me in the corner. “Depression and You,”
“Beating Addiction,” “101 Tips to Cure Stress,” and other books flooded this
bookshelf. I couldn’t help but to laugh to myself when I saw the world’s
greatest angry mom get up and observe these books along with me. After a while
of scanning these titles she cleared her throat reached above her head and
grabbed a red book titled “Counter reacting dysfunctional families.” She
opened the book to a random page and she started skimming its contents. My eyes
were fixed on her, she seemed so interested—obviously this meant something to
her. She started to walk to he seat slowly, not even taking a look off
the page. She soon sat down, crossed her legs and in all her interest she
never made a sound.
This room was quiet, I felt as if
something was whispering in my ear—my hair stood up on back of my neck. As
corny as it sounds that’s the best description I could give to what was
happening. Something or someone was taunting me and I knew it was there. Call
me crazy—that’s what I’m here for— but it said a name. A name I have never had
a friend to possess. A name that made my very stomach knot up to the very
proper noun. A name that could change my life, and then I heard it again, the
voice whispered.
“Serenity.”
I shook my head and I looked at the mom
again. She gave the book to her son and pointed at a page in the book and he
started reading. After a while he sat up from his slouched position and she was
looking over his shoulder. Something changed, the atmosphere became light and I
felt less lost. I looked away from the mother and her child and closed my eyes.
And I tried to think all who was around me. People who support my well being
and love everything I do and I couldn’t help but to think no one. I left
everyone behind and moved without notice. Very few people know where I am and
fewer know why I am here. I don’t even know if more than one person
knows—I am a ghost. Maybe I wanted this; maybe I wanted to live knowing no one.
No fame, no praise, no sorrow. But what all has that accomplished? Am I
happy? I’m not sad but am I happy?
I think I snapped—I need something—I cant
live like this forever. I opened my eyes again to look at the girl in blue
elegance. Beauty in its rawest form, brings me such peace, brings
me—Serenity—to see her staring back at me. I couldn’t say this is love at first
sight but its something I never felt before—she smiled. I’ve been alone since
day one. My mom has been really sick since my birth, I have no siblings and my
father left while I was very little—how is someone to live on there own? I read
my fathers note, he never wanted children. He said I was made all from my moms
doing—there’s no point. “I’m of to do something great, and I wish you could do
the same. You remind me so much of your mother, she is a visionary. Fear
nothing, everything has a reason.”
Finally it struck home, my hardened heart
of a Pharisee screamed for what’s lost and I started to cry. Little miss in
blue saw my torment and she walked towards me sat right next to me and put her
hand on my leg.
“Are you okay hun?” My heart stopped,
this wasn’t any ploy to get her over here. I was trying to hold it back—fear
nothing, everything has a reason.
“Yeah, I just…no. No I’m not fine.”
“Well this isn’t the atmosphere to have a
serious talk so you should call me and stop by my apartment sometime?”
“Yeah, sure.” I smiled as she got up out
of her seat to the front desk. After a while she came back and grabbed my hand
put the tiny piece of paper on my palm and closed my hand into a fist.
“Now don’t be looking at it till you get
out of here.” She said. She smiled at me once more and walked out of the
building at a steady pace.
Who was she? That question was
ringing in my head more than the question, “why did she just get up and leave?
She didn’t even see anyone?” That didn’t even matter to me. The doctor
with the acute tumor in both of his legs put his hand on my shoulder and tried
to knock me out of my deep thought.
“Are you ready to go?” he said to me. I
shook my head to get myself back into reality.
“Yeah, sorry I was just thinking.”
“Your fine, I will show you to the room”
He walked ahead of me as I followed and at this point I didn’t care about the
overgrown tortoise in front of me—was I dreaming? He opened the door to the
room sat me down and sat in front of me. He started rubbing his forehead while
looking at his clipboard.
“I’m sorry to say this but your blood
results came in positive for a form of cancer known as leukemia. Its good you
noticed the symptoms, that way you just might have a fighting chance.” My heart
stopped, “How could this happen?”
“Statistics show that twenty eight
percent of people in your age range end up having leukemia. Though a rare
chance someone has to get it, I’m sorry. “ I wished he would just shut up, I
couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Since we don’t have any clinics that treat your disease currently in
our region I would advise you to move in with your loved ones and get treated
where they are, if they live out of town that is. Static’s show that if you are
around loved ones, or even believe in a god of some sort, you are more likely
to have a successful survival rate.” I started to turn pale—so what does that
make me? I know no one—I’m a ghost.
“Are you okay? I’m sure only positive
things can happen out of this.” I started to get very nervous and finally I
spoke.
“How much time would I have if I didn’t
do anything?” He stared at me for a few seconds.
“Looking at your medical history you
haven’t been to a doctor for several years, because of that this might have
been developing for years. I’m sorry to say this but the cancer cells are very
dense though not impossible to treat. It will be a hard few years but if you
don’t give up you could just pull through.” Key word could.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I really couldn’t tell you, maybe
months, maybe years. It could even be days.” I stood up and started to walk to
the door.
“Thank you doctor, I’ll find out what I
can do.”
“Are you okay? I can help you with this.”
I turned around and stopped walking.
“No,
your services will no longer be needed, thank you for everything.” I closed the
door behind me and I walked past the front desk. The attendant at the front
desk looked at me all worriedly and was about to say something but I walked
outside before any conversation or bullets took place.
The sky was clear, but it was raining. I
loved rain and the smell of it was my rescue for everything that just took
place. This town was small, no one would know what happens to me, but then
again everyone might know—it’s a gift that I keep to myself. The mountains
glistened with snow from the ending winter. I turned to take a left to follow
the sidewalk, no cars filled the street, and no person was in sight do to the
rain. When done standing to feel this god’s gift to me I headed to the local
diner—the only one in town.
I opened the door and all I saw was a
young girl around eighteen cleaning the tables—hair pulled back and a
dress. The bell on the front door rang with a clamor to shatter
everyone’s ears that heard when I came to I noticed the girl walking into the
back. I sat down in one of the booths in a corner—this place was deserted. I
filled through my pockets and took out all the contents; a pencil and a ripped
piece of paper. I sat there confused for a second; the paper read Serenity,
followed by ten numbers. I didn’t waste any more time so I got out of the diner
as fast as I could—I don’t think I was dreaming. I just might have a chance for
fifteen minutes of fame on some disease survival show. Outside was bright now,
the weather changed in a matter of seconds. It felt like I was walking on a
cloud. The air felt so light and the sky was so blue. I continued down the road
smelling everything that I loved.
Remember me
