Creative Writing: Diving Into Nothingness

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“Mommy!” I screamed, my voice cracking halfway through her name.
“Mom!” I sob, clutching my stomach as I curl into a ball.
I wish I could make myself nonexistent. I wish that I could fade into nothingness. Because then this pain would become nonexistent, IT would fade into nothingness. I reach up with my free hand and wipe the cold tears from my hot face. I gasp for an impossible breath. I turn my head to the side, just in time to watch the yellow acidic bile spill from my dry, cracked lips.
“MOMMY!” My voice sounds animalistic. I don’t sound like me.
I hear mommy walking down the hallway, still wearing her black, ankle high boots. She appears in front of me, looking like the beautiful angel I know my sweet, sweet mommy is. Her long, curly, …show more content…

I know, okay?!” She signs back with equal anger. “They won’t take her back! They said it’s just gas!” Mommy’s hair is flying around her beautiful pale face, some of it sticking to the streams of tears tainted black from Mascara. Mommy is crying because of me.
“I want Pawpaw!” I scream over and over again. But pawpaw went to sleep a long time ago and never woke up. “I just want to die! I just want to die and be with Pawpaw!” I screech.
I’m so hot, but I’m so cold. I cough, and turn my head to the side once again just in time to watch the stringy yellow acidic puke leave my mouth. I sob, unable to help myself. It hurts so much. Both of my arms, now red with fever, wrap around my belly. I scream unintelligible words. I even say bad words that I know I shouldn’t be saying. Mawmaw walks into the house, worry already played across her face.
“Oh my god, Cindy.” She says as she stops in front of me. She moves my wet hair out of my eyes as her perfume invades my nose. She smelled like her home, my favorite smell in the world. Yet, I couldn’t stand the scent.
“Aargh!” I scream again, even though I’m trying to be strong for mommy, and now mawmaw.
“Cindy,” mawmaw’s voice is full of anger. “Cindy, she has to get to the hospital. I’m calling an

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