Escape
Sunday, December 13, 2009 @ 6:26 AM
Ahh I've working on a creative writing task for english that's been killing me all weekend so I though I might as well share the fruits of my labour with all ya'll hahaha I call it "Escape" it's a bit lenghty but I hope ya enjoyy haha
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I never remembered holy water to be so cold. As I walked through the large doors, I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been here since... well I couldn’t remember actually. I knelt at the altar, held my head in shame. “Forgive me heavenly father, for I have sinned...” My throat began to tighten up. “I, I...”
“I never took you for a religious guy, Anthony”, the words echoed through the pin drop silence of the empty church. Startled, I turned to see who it was. Walking towards me, his eyes... it was as if they pierced through my soul. “Mark... I never meant for it to...”
I staggered under the blow. Blood in my mouth, I could taste the tin. “Stupid to worry bout the taste” I thought, as he hit me again and I...
My tooth splattered onto the floor. The surge of anger sweep throughout my body, and felt my face turn red with heat. All I wanted to do now was to get him back. With all the strength I had, I used to tackle him, the force of my body combined with my anger knocked him down.
Me on top of him, my hand shook as I grabbed his shoulder. I could see the disgust he had for me in his eyes. Then I realised, I couldn’t hold him responsible. He threw me off of him, he seemed to calm down, but the anger was there.
His voice was shaky with anger, “How could you...?” “I’m sorry I really am” I struggled to get the words out. “I know you’re her father, but I didn’t know how to tell you...” “Didn’t know?!, you knew and I should’ve been the first you told. She had sent you the text not me!” I could detect a tinge of hurt within his voice. “She didn’t want you to worry or get angry; so I mean who could’ve been better then to text a cop?” I said, trying to make him see reason. “Well how did this all happen then?” his voice cold as stone. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts.
“From what I’ve heard, it seemed like she sneaked out after you and Denise had already said no, Emily then had gone off to a party or something, met up with some guy there and got in a car with him, he must’ve been drunk, because that was when I got the text, saying “uncle, can’t call, help, I’m scared, he’s driving too fast.”” The words seem to be harder to get out. “By the time I reached the station, someone had already radioed in saying there was an accident...” Each word I spoke seemed to be a knife in Marks heart. “By the time I got down to the scene, the 2 cars were in a wreck beyond belief, rescue was still working on the second car, trying to get the other victims out” A flash went through my head of the sounds and colours of those sirens, the confusion surrounding everyone “I ran towards the ambos where Emily was, the boy had already passed away... if only I was a few minutes faster...”
By now I could see the tears, tears of pain falling down Mark’s cheek. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be down at the hospital?”
I sighed “After I called your mum and dad, I needed to escape, to be alone with my thoughts, because believe me Mark, I wished I could’ve done something more and you don’t know how guilty I am...” A tear drop started to fall. “After all the years we’ve known each other, the things we’ve gone through, how could anything prepare for this?”
“How do you think I feel? I let my daughter down as a father! And I thought someone that I considered to be my brother would have been there for me!” I could sense the anger rushing back in him.
“I LOVED her as if she was my niece Mark! And as a brother, tell me, how was I suppose to tell you!?” I asked, trying to get through to him.
And it seemed as I struck a nerve, he fell to his knees and started to sob, a full grown man crying like a baby, that there was the epitome of a father’s love for his child. “Look Mark... c’mon lets head to the hospital, I think Emily’s gonna be waiting for you.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeves and I then helped him up. “I’ll drive. I’ll get us there faster” with voice still chocked up.
The silence in the car seemed unbearable; it seemed like a ghost town with empty roads at 4 in the morning, with rain falling onto the window from a grey cloudy sky. The silence was broken with the ringing of my phone.
“Hello?”
“Son, it’s me, have you heard from your mother yet? Her flight was suppose to be in a few hours ago, but still haven’t hear from her”
“Umm no I haven’t dad, that’s a bit unusual...”
Mark pulled up outside of the hospital.
“Dad listen have to go now, something important came up, mum’s flight delayed or something probably, I’ll call you later ok, bye”
I never liked the hospital, for a place that was suppose to heal you and make you feel better, it seemed so sterile and lifeless, I just wanted to see Emily. “Looking for Emily Ennis’s room” I asked the receptionist. “Room 203” she replied in such a monotone voice. I walked through the halls and each room I passed seemed to be filled with people in pain, this wasn’t helping. I looked over at Mark; I could tell he was thinking the same thing. What if she was...?
I could start to see familiar faces, Mark’s parents and Denise. His parents looked sombre, and Denise’s eyes were red with tears. Mark ran towards her and hugged her; I could just hear what they were saying “How is she? Is she alright?” I could tell the panic in his voice. “I don’t know yet, they haven’t said anything, they won’t let us in... how could let this happen to our baby Mark?!” She started sobbing on his shoulders. “Shh, it’s not our fault ok, it was never your fault, our baby is gonna be fine, just wait and see” he said trying to comfort her.
A doctor came towards us, “Mr and Mrs Ennis?” Something in his eyes gave me an uneasy feeling. “I’m sorry to have met you under these circumstances, but your daughter...” The look in Mark and Denise were painful to even look at, as these words were spoken. “The internal bleeding... we couldn’t stop it, we did everything we could, it is unlikely she’ll survive the night, you may proceed to see her when you are ready, and again, I’m sorry.”
At those words, Denise broke down. An uneasy feeling came over me and I began to feel nauseous. “You bastard, what kind of uncle are you” a voice in my head screamed at me. Mark was doing all in his power to comfort Denise, and his parents were standing there in shock. “Honey, Honey, listen to me, look we have to stay strong ok? For our baby girl, we gotta stay strong.” Denise wiped her tears and nodded while still crying.
I was shocked at what I saw when I walked in the room with the others. Machines from all around the room were hooked up to her. She didn’t even seem human anymore...
“Mum...Dad...? I’m sorry...” I heard the soft voice begin to whisper, filled with pain.
“We’re here honey, we’re here now, everything’s gonna be alright ok?” Denise uttered to her.
Emily’s eyes scanned across the room, my eyes met hers. “Uncle... I’m so sorry uncle, I didn’t know who else to go to...” her voice sounded so weak, I felt a tear again fall down from my eye. “I’m so sorry lil one, I’m so sorry, I ran as fast as I could, but, but it wasn’t enough...” my voice began to choke up. Tears fell down on her soft face; I couldn’t bear seeing this innocent girl, my niece being in pain like this.
I walked out of the room, being unable to handle the pain; I sat on a chair to gather my thoughts. This couldn’t be happening, how could it, it must be a bad dream. I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself on the mirror... “Pathetic what kind of brother and uncle are you?” the reflection in the mirror asked with distain on its face. “ARGH” I smashed the mirror with the bare knuckles on my hand. The disfigured face on the broken mirror just stared at me.
As I walked out, holding my hand in pain, a commotion began to arise. A team of paramedics ran passed me with a stretcher, a doctor was with him. What I saw left me stunned on the spot.
“Died on the way here took a couple of hours to get her out car was a bloody wreck, did all we could” a paramedic said, trying to catch his breath.
“Alright take her to E.R let’s see what we can do” replied the doctor.
Before I could follow after the stretcher, Mark’s dad grabbed me by the shoulders “Emily wants to see you now Anthony”
“But , but” I was still in a daze, as his dad led me towards the room.
“Uncle Andy” her soft voice whispered “please tell me, did anyone else get hurt in the accident?” I could only stare at her, still stunned at what I had just saw, unable to reply. “Uncle...?”
Something began to happen, Emily’s face winced in pain “Mum... dad...” She was struggling with the words “please forgive me... I love you.” With her last breath, her faced drop to the side. At that moment, which seemed to last forever. Mark dropped to his knees by Emily’s bedside and screamed in pain, Marks mother caught Denise as she ran towards her, tears gushing down her face. I couldn’t take this I needed to be outside.
With my arms on my head, I was lost, I couldn’t get my thoughts together this was too much information for me to take. Marks father came out, “Anthony, why didn’t you answer to Emily? It was the least you could do.
“The person in the other car...” I took a deep long breath. “... was my mum.”
My phone began to ring, it was dad again...
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I never remembered holy water to be so cold. As I walked through the large doors, I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been here since... well I couldn’t remember actually. I knelt at the altar, held my head in shame. “Forgive me heavenly father, for I have sinned...” My throat began to tighten up. “I, I...”
“I never took you for a religious guy, Anthony”, the words echoed through the pin drop silence of the empty church. Startled, I turned to see who it was. Walking towards me, his eyes... it was as if they pierced through my soul. “Mark... I never meant for it to...”
I staggered under the blow. Blood in my mouth, I could taste the tin. “Stupid to worry bout the taste” I thought, as he hit me again and I...
My tooth splattered onto the floor. The surge of anger sweep throughout my body, and felt my face turn red with heat. All I wanted to do now was to get him back. With all the strength I had, I used to tackle him, the force of my body combined with my anger knocked him down.
Me on top of him, my hand shook as I grabbed his shoulder. I could see the disgust he had for me in his eyes. Then I realised, I couldn’t hold him responsible. He threw me off of him, he seemed to calm down, but the anger was there.
His voice was shaky with anger, “How could you...?” “I’m sorry I really am” I struggled to get the words out. “I know you’re her father, but I didn’t know how to tell you...” “Didn’t know?!, you knew and I should’ve been the first you told. She had sent you the text not me!” I could detect a tinge of hurt within his voice. “She didn’t want you to worry or get angry; so I mean who could’ve been better then to text a cop?” I said, trying to make him see reason. “Well how did this all happen then?” his voice cold as stone. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts.
“From what I’ve heard, it seemed like she sneaked out after you and Denise had already said no, Emily then had gone off to a party or something, met up with some guy there and got in a car with him, he must’ve been drunk, because that was when I got the text, saying “uncle, can’t call, help, I’m scared, he’s driving too fast.”” The words seem to be harder to get out. “By the time I reached the station, someone had already radioed in saying there was an accident...” Each word I spoke seemed to be a knife in Marks heart. “By the time I got down to the scene, the 2 cars were in a wreck beyond belief, rescue was still working on the second car, trying to get the other victims out” A flash went through my head of the sounds and colours of those sirens, the confusion surrounding everyone “I ran towards the ambos where Emily was, the boy had already passed away... if only I was a few minutes faster...”
By now I could see the tears, tears of pain falling down Mark’s cheek. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be down at the hospital?”
I sighed “After I called your mum and dad, I needed to escape, to be alone with my thoughts, because believe me Mark, I wished I could’ve done something more and you don’t know how guilty I am...” A tear drop started to fall. “After all the years we’ve known each other, the things we’ve gone through, how could anything prepare for this?”
“How do you think I feel? I let my daughter down as a father! And I thought someone that I considered to be my brother would have been there for me!” I could sense the anger rushing back in him.
“I LOVED her as if she was my niece Mark! And as a brother, tell me, how was I suppose to tell you!?” I asked, trying to get through to him.
And it seemed as I struck a nerve, he fell to his knees and started to sob, a full grown man crying like a baby, that there was the epitome of a father’s love for his child. “Look Mark... c’mon lets head to the hospital, I think Emily’s gonna be waiting for you.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeves and I then helped him up. “I’ll drive. I’ll get us there faster” with voice still chocked up.
The silence in the car seemed unbearable; it seemed like a ghost town with empty roads at 4 in the morning, with rain falling onto the window from a grey cloudy sky. The silence was broken with the ringing of my phone.
“Hello?”
“Son, it’s me, have you heard from your mother yet? Her flight was suppose to be in a few hours ago, but still haven’t hear from her”
“Umm no I haven’t dad, that’s a bit unusual...”
Mark pulled up outside of the hospital.
“Dad listen have to go now, something important came up, mum’s flight delayed or something probably, I’ll call you later ok, bye”
I never liked the hospital, for a place that was suppose to heal you and make you feel better, it seemed so sterile and lifeless, I just wanted to see Emily. “Looking for Emily Ennis’s room” I asked the receptionist. “Room 203” she replied in such a monotone voice. I walked through the halls and each room I passed seemed to be filled with people in pain, this wasn’t helping. I looked over at Mark; I could tell he was thinking the same thing. What if she was...?
I could start to see familiar faces, Mark’s parents and Denise. His parents looked sombre, and Denise’s eyes were red with tears. Mark ran towards her and hugged her; I could just hear what they were saying “How is she? Is she alright?” I could tell the panic in his voice. “I don’t know yet, they haven’t said anything, they won’t let us in... how could let this happen to our baby Mark?!” She started sobbing on his shoulders. “Shh, it’s not our fault ok, it was never your fault, our baby is gonna be fine, just wait and see” he said trying to comfort her.
A doctor came towards us, “Mr and Mrs Ennis?” Something in his eyes gave me an uneasy feeling. “I’m sorry to have met you under these circumstances, but your daughter...” The look in Mark and Denise were painful to even look at, as these words were spoken. “The internal bleeding... we couldn’t stop it, we did everything we could, it is unlikely she’ll survive the night, you may proceed to see her when you are ready, and again, I’m sorry.”
At those words, Denise broke down. An uneasy feeling came over me and I began to feel nauseous. “You bastard, what kind of uncle are you” a voice in my head screamed at me. Mark was doing all in his power to comfort Denise, and his parents were standing there in shock. “Honey, Honey, listen to me, look we have to stay strong ok? For our baby girl, we gotta stay strong.” Denise wiped her tears and nodded while still crying.
I was shocked at what I saw when I walked in the room with the others. Machines from all around the room were hooked up to her. She didn’t even seem human anymore...
“Mum...Dad...? I’m sorry...” I heard the soft voice begin to whisper, filled with pain.
“We’re here honey, we’re here now, everything’s gonna be alright ok?” Denise uttered to her.
Emily’s eyes scanned across the room, my eyes met hers. “Uncle... I’m so sorry uncle, I didn’t know who else to go to...” her voice sounded so weak, I felt a tear again fall down from my eye. “I’m so sorry lil one, I’m so sorry, I ran as fast as I could, but, but it wasn’t enough...” my voice began to choke up. Tears fell down on her soft face; I couldn’t bear seeing this innocent girl, my niece being in pain like this.
I walked out of the room, being unable to handle the pain; I sat on a chair to gather my thoughts. This couldn’t be happening, how could it, it must be a bad dream. I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face. I looked at myself on the mirror... “Pathetic what kind of brother and uncle are you?” the reflection in the mirror asked with distain on its face. “ARGH” I smashed the mirror with the bare knuckles on my hand. The disfigured face on the broken mirror just stared at me.
As I walked out, holding my hand in pain, a commotion began to arise. A team of paramedics ran passed me with a stretcher, a doctor was with him. What I saw left me stunned on the spot.
“Died on the way here took a couple of hours to get her out car was a bloody wreck, did all we could” a paramedic said, trying to catch his breath.
“Alright take her to E.R let’s see what we can do” replied the doctor.
Before I could follow after the stretcher, Mark’s dad grabbed me by the shoulders “Emily wants to see you now Anthony”
“But , but” I was still in a daze, as his dad led me towards the room.
“Uncle Andy” her soft voice whispered “please tell me, did anyone else get hurt in the accident?” I could only stare at her, still stunned at what I had just saw, unable to reply. “Uncle...?”
Something began to happen, Emily’s face winced in pain “Mum... dad...” She was struggling with the words “please forgive me... I love you.” With her last breath, her faced drop to the side. At that moment, which seemed to last forever. Mark dropped to his knees by Emily’s bedside and screamed in pain, Marks mother caught Denise as she ran towards her, tears gushing down her face. I couldn’t take this I needed to be outside.
With my arms on my head, I was lost, I couldn’t get my thoughts together this was too much information for me to take. Marks father came out, “Anthony, why didn’t you answer to Emily? It was the least you could do.
“The person in the other car...” I took a deep long breath. “... was my mum.”
My phone began to ring, it was dad again...