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Who's That Girl? 4
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 Created on 4-24-08
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After a long while, sleep finally came. It was great. I never realized how exhausted you could get from sleeping. I woke up at eight and found breakfast in front of me. I also found the bed next to me empty.
“I know. It was a strange thing to expect. At only forty-two and dead.” A sob came from the corner of the room. “She had a heart attack last night. Apparently her tumor came back and we just never knew it.”
The sob was from a woman. Maybe twenty-seven years old.
“I’m sorry. I’m Glory. Well, Gloria actually but everyone calls me Glory. I’m Mary’s neighbor. She was an amazing woman.” She sobbed again. “I’m sorry for dumping this on you. Who are you anyway? I’m sorry.”
“I’m Cherry. I’m Mrs. Dreeder’s roomie. I was actually quite fond of her. I only knew her for two days though.”
“It was easy to get to know Mary. She was always so nice. She offered to take care of Jonathan when I was working overtime. She was an amazing woman. A great friend.” Glory sobbed some more.
“Where’s her son? Bobby?”
“Bobby’s probably at their apartment. Working on the arrangements. He was a loyal son to her. I feel bad for him.”
“I express my sorrow to her family.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you. I remember Mary talking about you on the phone once. She said they brought you in and you were near death. She said she wished you were her child. Just so she could take your pain away.”
My eyes started to burn with tears. I never have cried for anyone besides James. But when it was James, I was actually crying from pain. Physically and emotionally. Truthfully, after a few doctor evaluations, because I was under eighteen, I had to leave this hospital once my treatment here was done and go to a special house. I had to talk about what went on with James and me. I wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Doctor Penson?”
“Yes?”
“Do I have to go to that meeting house?”
“Why don’t you want to go?”
“It’s uncomfortable, well that’s how it makes me feel. When I talk about it that is. I don’t want to go there and tell my story and relive my pain. It’s not like I’m troubled or will be troubled and get crazy. Personally, I don’t think I need to go. And I also think I shouldn’t have to.”
“Well, how about just one session with a psychiatrist here, and he’ll tell you if you need to go or not?”
“Fine.”
“Cherry, I’m Doctor Gregor McHerring. I’m your hospital psychiatrist. How are you?”
“I’m fine Doctor. You?”
“Good enough.”
“Well, let’s talk about it. What’s troubling you?”
“Ha. I should be asking you that question. What is going on? Why don’t you want to seek help?”
“Because, Doctor McHerring, I don’t need it. Do you see me going crazy? No, you don’t. If I’m not going psycho, then I don’t need help. I’ll get help when and if I need it.”
“So you’re saying you could go ‘crazy’?”
“Doctor, I’m saying it’s a possibility. Anything is possible.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
K folks. There’s no story line. I can’t continue. It’s an incomplete story line. This is going to be one of those “You choose the ending” stories. Thanks for reading anyways! (=
“I know. It was a strange thing to expect. At only forty-two and dead.” A sob came from the corner of the room. “She had a heart attack last night. Apparently her tumor came back and we just never knew it.”
The sob was from a woman. Maybe twenty-seven years old.
“I’m sorry. I’m Glory. Well, Gloria actually but everyone calls me Glory. I’m Mary’s neighbor. She was an amazing woman.” She sobbed again. “I’m sorry for dumping this on you. Who are you anyway? I’m sorry.”
“I’m Cherry. I’m Mrs. Dreeder’s roomie. I was actually quite fond of her. I only knew her for two days though.”
“It was easy to get to know Mary. She was always so nice. She offered to take care of Jonathan when I was working overtime. She was an amazing woman. A great friend.” Glory sobbed some more.
“Where’s her son? Bobby?”
“Bobby’s probably at their apartment. Working on the arrangements. He was a loyal son to her. I feel bad for him.”
“I express my sorrow to her family.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you. I remember Mary talking about you on the phone once. She said they brought you in and you were near death. She said she wished you were her child. Just so she could take your pain away.”
My eyes started to burn with tears. I never have cried for anyone besides James. But when it was James, I was actually crying from pain. Physically and emotionally. Truthfully, after a few doctor evaluations, because I was under eighteen, I had to leave this hospital once my treatment here was done and go to a special house. I had to talk about what went on with James and me. I wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Doctor Penson?”
“Yes?”
“Do I have to go to that meeting house?”
“Why don’t you want to go?”
“It’s uncomfortable, well that’s how it makes me feel. When I talk about it that is. I don’t want to go there and tell my story and relive my pain. It’s not like I’m troubled or will be troubled and get crazy. Personally, I don’t think I need to go. And I also think I shouldn’t have to.”
“Well, how about just one session with a psychiatrist here, and he’ll tell you if you need to go or not?”
“Fine.”
“Cherry, I’m Doctor Gregor McHerring. I’m your hospital psychiatrist. How are you?”
“I’m fine Doctor. You?”
“Good enough.”
“Well, let’s talk about it. What’s troubling you?”
“Ha. I should be asking you that question. What is going on? Why don’t you want to seek help?”
“Because, Doctor McHerring, I don’t need it. Do you see me going crazy? No, you don’t. If I’m not going psycho, then I don’t need help. I’ll get help when and if I need it.”
“So you’re saying you could go ‘crazy’?”
“Doctor, I’m saying it’s a possibility. Anything is possible.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
K folks. There’s no story line. I can’t continue. It’s an incomplete story line. This is going to be one of those “You choose the ending” stories. Thanks for reading anyways! (=
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