Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues January 2014: Volume 47 Issue 4 | Page 9

Quisa Diamonte caught them with no surprise.
The tiled floor

Anger; it flushed my face, spreading throughout my greenish, blue veins. I shut my eyes for a
split second to imagine the life I now had before
me. My surroundings were vivid. White walls
squared me in. The sound of panic bounced from
here and there in the room. I could feel my face
turn red, the tears streaming down my face. They
wouldn’t stop. It was as if my eyes were ongoing faucets waiting to be switched off. Several
members of my family were present at this very
moment, crying as well. I could hear the agony in
their mournful cries of sadness. My great aunt was
lying on the deceitful hospital bed. Her time was
almost near. We all weren’t ready. Time was ticking as we surrounded her bed as I was holding
her hand. Her cold skin brushed against mine. I
held her tighter. It was going to be okay. I kept
repeating those