Prompt: She never
needed it anyway.
Genre: Drama
Word count: 300
She repeated it
again to herself.
“Check in with
the nurse at reception. Find a chair against a wall. Take out the documents. Put
them under my shirt. Put the gun in my mouth – pointing upwards. Pow.” She took
a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
Vanessa got out
of the car in the dark parking lot and made her way to the doors of the emergency
room. She could feel the gun, like a comforting weight, grounding her to
calmness. Relative to its size, it was ridiculously heavy in her handbag.
“How long to see
the doctor?” she asked the receptionist.
“Ten minutes. Kindly
fill in the form and take a seat.” replied the receptionist.
It was Friday
morning, 9am. The hospital’s emergency waiting room was empty, just as planned.
She handed the forms back and found a seat with her back to the wall. She took
out Ashleigh’s photo with the note on the back.
“My darling Ash,
It is so wasted
on me, this heart. The meds have no effect at all in fending off the darkness
inside me these days. It would seem the soul purpose of my place on this planet
was to grow you a proper, working heart. A bit of me will be in you forever now,
beating life through your veins. May it serve you as well as it has me.
All my love
forever, Aunty Van.”
She took out the
papers and tucked them under her shirt with the photo. Safe from the impending
fluid explosion inside a Ziploc bag, they detailed in heavy legal jargon, her compatible
blood group and request for her heart to go to her niece.
Taking out the
gun, she positioned it in her mouth, pointed it up, breathed in, and pulled the
trigger.
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