The Loudest Sound is Silence

          My nose is on fire. Hot tears soak my pillow, and my cheeks feel soggy. The muffled, hateful screams outside my door swarm inside my head. My head pounds, pleading for the noise to quit. Then. Nothing. Nothing but the loud eerie sound of silence. I listen closer. But not a word is spoken. The silence rings in my ear. I almost hate the loud ringing, promising no good could follow, more then the constant bickering. Unsurely, I slip out of bed. I pace myself slowly towards the door, only to hear gravity take place on a table, and glass shatter. My heart and feet race at the same tempo. I clutch the smooth door handle with power, swinging the door wide open. Its cold steals the built up warmth from my hand in a split second. I walk out into the unwelcoming situation, all the while wishing I was still back in the comfort and safety of my well-worn room. The soured smell of the stained carpet mixing with the nose-hair-singeing cigarette smoke hits me like a brick wall. The smoke of my mom's last cigarette still lingers in the air. It stings my eyes, that were already trying to adjust to the dim lighting. I stare down to the very end of the seemingly never-ending hallway. The terror that fills my loved ones faces adds to the painful lump sitting inside my throat. My mother resides unsettling on the floor, surrounded by broken furniture. She pulls on my sisters hair that sits on the crown of her head. Supporting herself only with one locked arm out behind her pushing on her crushed glasses lying between her hand and the bumpy carpet, she tries with everything she's got left to pull my sister down with her. Tears still flowing, I stand motionless at the opposite end of the dark endless hallway. Where I remain, choosing not to intervene.

Wasted Time

It never seems like we have enough time. In the article "The Hospital Visit", the author Catherine O. knows the precious value of time. So many people take their time for granted. If u were to die tomorrow, would you rethink how you'd spend today? Where you'd go? Who you'd visit? Well that's the problem. Most of us don't know the future, so we can't fix the present accordingly. 

Recently I've had an experience with wasted time and hospitals. My grandma always made the efforts to call me and keep in touch. Although I loved her, I never really gave her the time of day. Only concerned with myself, I got caught up with other things instead of spending time with her.

And then the news came. My grandma had to be shipped to the hospital for multiple surgeries dealing with things I didn't really understand. Although the surgeries weren't too major, I still felt an overwhelming feeling inside when I saw her in that lumpy hospital bed. She's always been fairly strong, and practically able to do anything. But now, she appeared helpless. It brought me back to reality. It helped remind me of the importance of spending my time wisely. And not letting it slip away with myself or anyone else.

Have you ever heard the quote "live your life to the fullest"? Well its nothing to take lightly. I know this now, and plan on getting every bit I can out of the time I have on this earth. Will you?