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The bullet wound had left her paralyzed, her body was stiff cold. She
could hear her own hard difficult breathing, her vision was blurred
and although she could see the people rushing to her she could make
out what they were shouting.
Was this really it, the end of a whole life's struggle to be where she
was? Sweat poured down her forehead, she could barely move her hands.
They trembled, trying to hold on to the nearest thing possible. The
fear was reflected in her eyes and onto everyone else's faces, she was
dying and everyone knew it.
Suddenly nothing seemed important, the book review due tomorrow, the
car being left at the mechanics all week, the suit waiting at the
drycleaners waiting to be picked up, the divorce papers coming
All that she remembered was shouting at the waitress for spilling
coffee over her new silk blouse, the look on the waitresses face. How
the waitresses eyes were watery trying to hold in the tears so that
she wouldn't show a sign of weakness, the fuss she made over who would
pay the drycleaners bill.
Her beautiful silk blouse was now gushing with blood, it was ruined.
No drycleaner would ever get blood stains out, her whole life was a
stain. She realized that she wasn't a praised woman, she wondered if
anyone would even think about going to her funeral.
How could she have left herself rot away this way, she could remember
when she was a young and happy girl, those hot summers in Bodega Bay.
Where her aunt would fix up some ice tea while she would run around
the back yard, the grass grazing her knees as she would jump on to the
floor trying to catch the neighbors cat. The soft light breeze that
would caress her face as she would sit in the front porch at night,
looking up at the stars. Wrapped round a woolly cardigan that her
grandmother had made for her when she was nine, babbling about how one
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personal. She never would have imagined that she would grow up to be
the ingrate that she was, she had lost among the way her dreams and
childhood memories and had been consumed by her hunger for success.
What had become of that timid young and beautiful girl who would spend
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A law student that wanted to fight for the rights of those who
couldn't pay a fancy lawyer and were usually dismissed at court for
their poverty. That girl that would travel thirty miles by car every
weekend to see her mother and spend the day telling her how fascists
the other lawyers could be when it came to court cases, as she would
lay on the sofa while her mother would caress her long blond hair
leaving her dazed and almost sleepy.
She remembered her mothers soft voice, like a river slivering though
the rocks trying to get past them. The warmth of her pearly eyes
surrounded by wrinkles that would give her an innocent by respectful
look, and her gray hair tangled up like a Chinese princess. Why had
she just stopped going to visit her mother was a mystery to her, her
ego and thirst for more had driven her away from her mothers arms and
practically from everyone else she had known.
That was how she had driven her husband away into the arms of another
woman, her mind took her back to that endless night she caught them.
She could remember the cigarette smell coming from the bedroom, the
news on the TV that seemed to be blocked out by all the moaning going
on. The way she walked up the stairs, quiet hardly breathing trying to
make out the noises. Picking up along the way woman's lingerie that
was vigorously thrown on the floor, she was suppose to be away for the
fortnight but her meeting had been moved up and she arrived home
earlier than expected.
Tears starting falling down her pale cheeks as she went back in time
to that moment when she opened the door and found that green eyes
woman on top of her husband, both of them giggling like a couple of
teenagers. The same way that they used to when they were still and
item, when we would surprise her with a bouquet of red roses and they
would take long walks along the beach and talk for hours. All that had
disappeared along with the love, their relationship had become like
furniture and that made him go off and find himself someone else.
She suddenly felt a warm hand stroke her face, she glanced up and saw
the paramedic that was talking to her. She couldn't really make out
what he was saying, she just lay there waiting. Waiting to die,
waiting to live, waiting for an absolution that would never come.
Suddenly everything went blank, she had passed out or something. She
suddenly found herself in a white room, at first she was scared but
then that fear turned into comfort. She walked along an endless
passage wondering what would be at the other end, her pain had gone,
all the suffering seemed to have disappeared.
She heard voices far along the way and started to run to them suddenly
falling to the floor when she realized it was her mothers voice, her
eyes filled with tears as she heard her words. Her mother was singing
her a lullaby like the ones she used to sing when she had trouble
getting to sleep, she was holding her graduation picture. She was
sitting on her armchair, holding her daughters picture in her hands
and singing to her. She would spend days like that, next to the phone
expecting it to ring but it never did.
Her wrinkles got deeper and her hair went whiter but her smile
remained, her faith was unaltered. The bed sheets were always clean
and cookies were always freshly taken out of the oven, waiting to be
eaten by her starving daughter who would storm into the house and
devour them without taking a minute to breath. Her mother would stand
in the kitchen door and watch her smiling and making her some warm
milk to drink with that, she knew that the hug would come later and it
didn't bother her at all. Seeing her daughters face lit up, while she
put the cookie to her mouth was enough.
She got up and ran towards the voice, desperately searching for her
mothers comfort. She yelled her name but there was no answer, the
voices carried on without paying attention. She ran and ran but there
was no sign of her mother nearby, she felt happy but unnerved. Why
wasn't her mother responding to her call, she felt tired. It then came
to her, she had died. But somebody loved her, somebody cared. After
everything she had ever done, neglecting those closer to her. Her
mother never forgot about her, her heart started pounding. She felt
dizzy and sort of collapsed into a coma, once again a voice.
The voice became clearer and clearer every time, her head started to
ache. She slowly opened her eyes to find a blurry image in front of
her, 'Mother!!!' she said as she pulled out her arms. The blurry image
calmed her down, her vision started to clear and she soon saw that
there was a doctor standing next to her. She had a big smile on her
face but the look in her eyes unmasked the fear inside, she looked
around and found herself to be lying in a hospital bed.
'That's quite a fright you gave us there', the doctor said while
scribbling something on a chart board she held in her hands. 'The
bullet wound caused severe damage to your ribs, so you'll have to take
it easy for some time'.
She looked at her side and saw that the bullet wound had almost
disappeared, she didn't understand it. 'How long have I been here?'
she asked tying to sit up on the bed and then lying back down because
of the pain.
'Two weeks dear, you fell into a deep coma after the operation and we
thought we had lost you but here you are. It almost seems a miracle,
someone must love you. You rest now, you'll be out of here in a few
days' she said as she was called by one of the nurses, and walked off
looking back and smiling.
She took a big breath and sighed, it was a miracle. A second chance to
put right all that had gone wrong, she didn't know where to begin.
Then, suddenly it came to her. Her eyes lit up as she said 'I think
I'll go visit my mother... '