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Nothing Matters Anymore
- Isabella
AA in English for Professional Communication (CCCU)- year 2
A cocktail of the infamous aseptic smell and flowers by the counters to distract visitors from the putridity of hospitals. They care more about the ones who visit than the ones trapped in this hellish white of a building. Ha! How cute. But the ones actually inside, why care about them, right? They’re going to die anyway. It’s been a year in here if I remember correctly. Guess I’ll update my diary today.
*Eliza’s diary entry*
January 2nd Dear diary,
The walls are paler and more brittle than they were when I first got in. The only source of daylight squeezing in is from the old rusty window by the tube machine thing. Everyone in here still treat us like kids. Ma said I’d be out by now, but that doesn’t seem likely. Actually, she said Lou and I would BOTH be out by now.
Lou is still just as she was before: barely says a word, but when she listens to me babble, her eyes sparkle with such wonder and fascination. The way her eyes still scream makes me want to take her out of this hideous building and show her everything I’ve talked about. But sometimes, I feel like she knows so much more.
She still does that thing where she’d stare blankly at the mountain through some clear parts of the filthy window, if you can call it a window. (They never bothered cleaning it.) She stares at it every single night. If I listened closely, I’d hear squeaks of a dying bird grasping for air. Her face, still blank. I remember how I could run towards the mountain anytime. But now, all we can do is stare.
Anyway, I woke up early this morning for a wee, and saw her staring at it again, so I walked up next to her and looked out. Wow was that an enchanting mountain, caught us in a trance! We stared in complete silence, waiting for, waiting for what? Waiting for- nothing. But whatever that was, that sure was something. Espe- cially the pointy rock sticking out to the nothingness. Oh I could picture it all, the dampness, the dewdrops on the leaves, sigh.
Oh well, that’s it for now, I’ll see you in a week :D
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