IrisB74

DEATH: 1 On a beautiful night, I walk to a hospital. It’s a nice hospital. Out of all the hospitals I’ve visited, this one feels friendly. The employees smile as they all take care of sick patients. The medicine smells relaxing. I think of how great it would be just to sit down and have a nurse take care of me. That could never happen though. I stop in front of a window and look at my reflection. My black hair covers my right eye. The cloak covers my entire body in black. My pale skin matches the color of moon. My red eyes stand out the most. The sight of my eyes is what hurts me the most. As I walk out, I start to cry. I walk