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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 10:18 am
"I want to see this man's charts!" the brunette yelled as she ran along side a gurney holding a young man, dying as most patients were when she met them. A small nurse nodded and ran off to supply Melissa's request. Having started the morning on just a cup of orange juice and a banana the eighteen-year old was rather irate at this hour. In a mad rush to save a man's life time slowed down when he coughed up blood and turned to her, "I'm I going to be okay?" he asked.
Looking down at him everything else slowly faded away and she looked at him, he had been in a fight, obviously and was extremely roughed up, "You'll be fine if you don't die," she said.
He laughed a bit at her comment, temporarily at ease.
A similar girl was nearby, watching invisible to the doctor. Both shared the same face shape and held many similarities. Though the raven hair of this girl differed from the brown of the doctor and the chocolate eyes of Melissa were far different from the deep crimson of the girl. How ironic, sister... she thought, brushing carefully clipped black hair behind an ear, that you can save more lives than me. Following at a slow pace she was invisible to the mortals. The man on the gurney maybe could see her, due to his dance on the threshold of death. But that was all. You've grown, but yet you still look young, yet at this age you seem older than I. When the age difference between you and I is almost the same between mother and I... A small smile played across her face as she continued following, Dad was right to call you perfect... This was Sasha, the older sister of Melissa. Sasha, the angel.
The man had lived, how Melissa managed to save him was beyond her comprehension. Just a few seconds it seemed that he was in all definable going to die. Again he turned to her and again asked, "Am I going to live?"
This time she smiled in confidence, "Well, you haven't died."
Satisfied with his answer again, he smiled and returned his gaze to the ceiling. The petite brunette passed the charts back to the nurse who had brought them in, this wasn't his first time here. In fact the man was someone who she'd seen a few times before, but he'd always been accompanying someone here. It was never him on the gurney, always him beside it. Asking questions for the man on the gurney.
How ironic.
Folding her coat over her arm, Melissa walked to her office and hung it over her chair pausing to look at her desk. It was kind of a mess, the office it's self. But the desk had papers strewn all around, it was obvious though that under all the bits of murdered trees there was an elegant deep brown desk. On top of the papers was a laptop, out of date but still functional and a few pictures. Including one of Melissa and her father on the last Christmas. He sat in his chair and she stood behind it, leaning over to drape her arms around her father's shoulders, behind them on the mantle piece was a picture of her mother, where it always was. It was a picture her little cousin had taken with the camera he had gotten for Christmas.
Sasha rolled her eyes as she watched Melissa look at the picture, "He's a piece of junk, that one," she commented to her sister. At this point in time her sister couldn't hear her and Sasha was somewhat glad about that, things would get confusing real quick if the girl found out she had a sister. Much less one who was killed by their darling father? A small laugh escaped Sasha's petal coloured lips and she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning to the right on one hip and tilting her head, How would you get yourself out of that... she taunted to her father mentally.
At least he had been satisfied with Melissa, the raven haired young woman was glad at that. The fact that her younger sister was now about, saving the lives of people she'd never even met before gave Sasha a sense of pride that she herself rarely felt. If her sister loved their father, that was okay, she could. After all, he'd done no wrong to Melissa, it was Sasha he'd betrayed and it was he who Sasha tried to forgive. The act was hard for her, especially since he'd robbed her of any and all dreams she had ever had, Imagine, all that I wanted to do when I grew up was to be a school teacher... A sigh escaped the girl’s lips again and she straightened her posture again and turned out the door. It was lunch time; Sasha had stayed on earth long enough, as she left the office she slowly faded away, gone before she'd even reached the door.
So Sasha went back to heaven.
The gardens always gave her a nice feeling, peace and calm, she enjoyed that and spent the second most amount of time here. The first being the rushed streets of New York, the city was lovely she agreed, never once when she was alive had she been there. Even if her sister wasn't in the city no doubt the black haired girl would find herself spending countless hours marvelling at all the activities that went on. But the feeling of ease was something the red eyed girl expected from such a place, gently sitting down she examined a few of the closer blossoms, loving the silky feeling on her finger tips and allowing a small smile to cross her face.
Sitting here her black hair contrasted with the white blossoms and Sasha stood strong against the background of the garden. No matter, it was nice, a welcome change from New York, Why does she still care for him! was thought in a near-curiosity, but really Sasha belived that a man who could kill his own family deserved no love. But then again he had no one but his perfect daughter, his own wife had died and gone to live with her first daughter. The girl ran into her mom rather often and the two had become rather close, together they had forgiven him but a spark of resentment still had port in Sasha's heart. But next to resentment sat pity, he was alone; the fact that her younger sister could be so kind to him was good.
After all, she doesn’t know... The small smile once again returned to her face and she leaned over to smell the flower, a nice fragrance. What else could she expect?
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 10:21 am
Saralia stuffed her hands grudgingly into her baggy pockets and kicked at leaves as she walked back down the street toward her apartment and her job. She silently burped and went to cover her mouth, realizing it didn't really matter she shoved her hand back into the pocket and glared at the side walk, thinking
She slipped into the hotel by her apartment building and ambled back toward the kitchen. Nodding apologies and greetings to the chef, Saralia brushed her hair back behind her ears and went to work serving tables.
"With that carefree attitude she'd be better off in New Orleans! Being late almost every day, Amos! If I were you, I'd stuff her."
The angry voice of Angie popped Sara's slowly recovering happy bubble. She slammed the tray down and stomped up to her.
"You know, I was just leaving for New Orleans!" She lied through her teeth and threw an icy glare at Amos, sneering, "I quit. I'm sick of this crud being tossed my way. I'm over!" She walked brisquely back out onto the smoggy New York side walk and felt grief flood her veins. I guess New Orleans it is... ugh! I hate New York anyway! She trudged into her apartment and up the stairs, fuming silently. Slamming her door open she packed her bags and took one last look out her erratically beloved cheap New York window.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 10:23 am
A city of brilliance. A city ruined by natural disaster. And yet, life went on as normal. Her spill of golden hair was piled atop her head, and held in place with a banana clip. Sweat glistened on her brow, her arms were bulging. Ren was lifting a stack of boxes, and moving them from one side of her small apartment to the next. Moving was such a b***h. The only things set up thus far was her aquarium, where her fish floated back and forth, almost.. mocking her. And a large box-fan on one end of the room to cool the place. She didn't have her air conditioner on just yet, but she was getting to the point where she figured it was better to freeze than roast. As she set the boxes down with a thud, she collapsed back down onto the floor, sprawling out, laying back on the solid hardwood, to stare at the ceiling. The light fixture, just like the rest of the place was quaint, and had a sort of homey feel to it.
"A ceiling fan." a brief nod to herself, as she let her eyes drift half-closed. "I think it needs a ceiling fan."
She awoke with a gentle start, pulling herself upwards slowly, as the world swam back into view. She'd been sleeping for near on the entire day. Outside, the moon hung heavily over the distance, and the soft blue light of it flooded the room through the open drapes.
Still in her same ragged clothing, her hair had fallen from its pin atop her head, the clip lying on the floor a little bit away from where her head had been moments before. Blue eyes blinked sleepily, and she pushed herself up from the floor, stripping away her socks and shoes, padding barefoot across the hardwood floor of her cosy little apartment.
Her fish darted back and forth in their tank as she paused near it, to dump a quick smattering of food over into the aquarium with them. A few moments later, the door to her bedroom slid closed behind her, and she was tossing articles of clothing around, away from the pallet on the floor she had designated to be her bed. With the moon gleaming across soft white sheets, a sight far too inviting for her to resume her moving of things, she crawled between them, and collapsed gratefully, golden hair fanned across her pillow, the soft light from above illuminating her entire room in dancing shades of gold, and blue.
Some things were just too good to pass up. A comfortable bed was one of them.
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