Happy Endings Don't Exist.

• Lourdes David, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2019

The room is quiet, all we can hear is the terrifying and agonising sounds of the heart monitor beeping. This is intense. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The temporary noise is killing me, it feels as though a knife is piercing through my skin at every beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The painful sound awaits everyone in this room, we’re all just waiting, in this miserable silence. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The people's faces are heartbreaking to look at. Faces of distraught, anger, sadness. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Some are crying soundlessly, some are praying, some are giving a comforting face to one another, me? Well, I’m just heartbroken and wounded, not physically, but mentally. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Everyone knows what’s about to happen, but we force ourselves to believe something entirely false. I feel miserable and helpless, the deja vu was terrifyingly familiar at a time like this.

The room looks like something out of a horror movie, the majority of the room is a dull white with a stained and trampled on rubber blue floor. No one can really see the incredibly sick patient since the dirty aqua curtains are draped around the nearly lifeless body and the two figures next to it. All of a sudden a doctor pops out of nowhere and releases devastating news causing the figures to collapse and sob. Of course this isn't real, well, I mean it could happen but usually, people would try to avoid those types of thoughts obviously whereas I don't even have the energy or motivation to ignore them. "Hope always have hope," they told me, but when you can't find a trace of hope in their dejected faces, there isn't any hope at all.