Before The Death of Innocence.
Th girl walked along through the parking lot, careful to step over the broken beer bottles and cigarette stubs. Her face was masked by the cover of indifference, she was young yet there was no light in her eyes. Her life was on the brink of disaster but she didn't let it show, everyday she sank deeper into the hole she had buried for herself. She reached the dull gray dirty building and looked up at it, her black hair fluttering in the wind. The building was old and worn down, to the side were reminiscences of what once could have said "Public Hospital". She sighed and, pushed back her hair, and walked inside. Today the girl would see that there was good in the world, that everyone had something worth living for.
A wave of pine disinfectant hit me as soon as I walked in.
Followed by a strangely clean smell of sickness. I hate hospitals. Especially this one, I've never been here before, this was downtown- a place my friends and me normally avoid.
There were two beds in the room, one was empty, and the other hid a frail figure with large blankets. This was my punishment, my hell. My parents aren't like normal parents who ground you for doing something wrong, noÃ¢ÂÂ¦. They believe in 'community service.' I sighed to myself Just chill out Shay, you're only here for two hours, This can't be as bad as the Old People's home.
"Hi." I said from a distance "uhmÃ¢ÂÂ¦. I'm the volunteer person. I'm supposed to talk to you or somethingÃ¢ÂÂ¦" There was no answer. I stepped closer but the blankets covered everything and I couldn't event tell what gender the person was. There was a slight movement and then...