fire in the rain
i sat alone, curled up in the masive armchair, watching the window as the rain drizzled down the window pane. i glanced over to my mother lying down, sweat filling her face.her knees sat upright, and the lump of her stomach bulging out. she was about to have my baby sister.
"joe, i need you to leave, this might be a bit to graphic for you to handle." george spat pionting to the door. i bet he thinks i'm a dog or something, next he'll tell me to roll over.
"for god sake's i'm fourteen, i've seen scarier." i huffed and glared back to the rain.
"listen to your father josephine!" mom exhaustedly scream. most likely from the pain.
"he's not my father,you know that." i said loud enough for her to hear but not enough to cause a fuss. mom hates it when i don't except george as a father.
"don't be like that. just wait outside." george muttered. guess he heard me. good.
i looked at mom, and her stained face, exhausted. i reached for her hand and held it for a minute. she sueezed mine so hard i thought my whole arm would rip off.
her cold hands fell back down as a smile appeared across her wet face.i'll leave, for her.
i stepped out the room and was blasted by the smell of bleach. hospitals were always so depressing for me. it was a good thing i was on the first floor, it would take less time to leave then having to go down all those stairs, and i'm not going into those deathtraps of an elevator. for the one time you actually get on and get stuck, getting on again is out of the question.
the waiting room was full of sad, sick and expertly injured people. like i said depressing. i could see the rain, out of the huge long windows that extended from the ceiling to the floor. oh how i love the rain. i walked over to the front desk.
"my mom's in labor, if and when she calls for me could you tell her i'm outside please? my name is josephine." i started walked out when i remembered. "oh and thank you."
can't forget to thank people. it's rude.
i walked out passed the automatic doors and into the refreshing wind and rain. i twirled and danced around like a kid i'm sure. it was the most amazing relief,at least until i managed to bump into someone and knock them over. way to go joe.
i out stretched my hand to the fellow on the grass. he smiled and gladly took it. wierd.
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to do that." i started.
"oh, no worries. no broken anything as far as i can tell, just my pride." he laughed it off. strange.
"i'm joe, and you are...?" i asked.
"victor, oh hey i should get going i have a patient in room three, don't hurt your self okay." with that he left into the plain white building of disaters and mayhem. figures he'd be a doctor.
i heard my name being called, a rough spatting, almost annnoying kind of voice was screaming my name. i whipped around to see, of course, george.
"joe, get your ass in there she's been yelling for you, and for god sake you'll get sick out here." he grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to mom's room.
she was sitting perfectly in the head of the bed, smiling at her new child. my entrance phazed her a bit, seeing me covered in water and almost falling into the room. thanks george.
"joe, look at you, but more importantly you baby brother." she said smiling. her trademark. wait what? baby brother.
"i thought it was a girl, and i picked out the baddest names for her or him." i whined but excepted the baby anyway.
"well i can't call you angel, or can i?" i glanced at mom's face.
"nope, sorry, what about jacob, or mason, or , oh i got it , shawn." i smiled holding the my brother.
"that's a lovely name, but your too late, george already named him. meet your brother malcom."
oh great, george has spoiled him already. i handed the baby back to mom and left for the bathroom. inside was nothing but white. oh how original. i walked over to theback of the bathroom and shrunk down to the floor, slidding along the wall as i do so. i pulled my knees to my chest and let my head hang down between my legs. just great. he's going to screw everything up again i know it.
i sat peasefully along the edge of the room and i must have dozed off.idreampt about dad, my real dad. we were playing baseball out in the back yard and mom was laughing at us while we mad funny faces. i was eight then, when it happened. the storm came much like today,it started as a rain, but the wind got harder to breath and it being so strong. then the sky stuck upon the gound in a force that dad couldn't have escaped from. mom had to pull me away from his body after he stopped breathing. i started crying and screaming. i looked at the sky.
"WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM!!?!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM GOD!!!?!!!"
everything went black after that, even after the funeral everything just seemed like a blackwhole, sucking everything in.
i was shaken awake from a familiar face. my eyes were still adjusting to the brightness of the bathroom. then i started to cough, INSANLEY, i almost hacked up blood from...
oh my muffin bread, smoke, something's one fire!
i felt two arms snake under my legs and back carrying me up and out of the room, only to come across a wall of burning heats blazing at my face. he man turned around and started to walk into the overly smoke infested hallway.again i hate hospitals but luckily i'm always on the first floor. he bursted through the glass doors and out into the cement being surrounded by people clapping for him. paying no attention to them he sat me down, and gave me a look-over to make sure i wasn't on fire. after that he started to walk me to the ambulance to make sure, correction he carryed me to the ambulance. it was then while sitting infront of him that i recognizedhis face.