He sat us all down and apologetically told us there was nothing more they could do. No more treatments only pain relief to help ease the suffering, a few weeks was all we were given. I held Daddy’s hand as he cried. “They’re wrong it will all be fine, you’ll see” I told them all defiantly. He squeezed my hand and nodded in agreement.
It didn’t take long and it was hard seeing a once strong healthy body deteriorate and become frail, weak. The life just ebbing away a little more each day. No longer able to even stomach the food the body needed to keep itself alive. It was failing, relying on a drip to pump it full of goo to nourish the dying cells turning it grey as it just prolonged the inevitable and his suffering.
I screamed, I shouted at him as he looked on with sadness in his eyes. “Why us? what did we do to deserve this Daddy! I hate coming to this place!! The smell the bright lights, that stupid machine constantly beeping. I see the pity in the smiling faces of the nurses interrupting, checking vitals what’s the point you’re not helping us.. GET OUT… JUST GET OUT…”
Sitting together Daddy, my sisters and I , We reminisce about the old days. Back when we were children when Daddy would lift us on his shoulders and pretend to be a dragon chasing away the villagers or our first fishing trip. Can you believe the only thing we caught were colds?
I remembered the way he used to laugh grabbing his sides as he bellowed like a bear. Its been so long since I heard it., A sound so infectious within minutes we were all rolling on the floor, struggling to catch our breath between chuckles.
My heart warmed at the thought of it. Then broke again when I realised I’d never hear it again. I prayed, I begged for just a little more time. “I promise I’ll be a better son, I’d work hard, stay out of trouble. I’d make him proud.”
He told me “Son I’m already proud, I have been for 17 years. I realised I’d never known true love or true happiness until the moment I first held you in my arms.”
Tears filled my eyes, I’m not ready to say goodbye but I can’t take anymore. I don’t want to be in this moment. I don’t want to see his suffering anymore. I close my eyes to it I welcome the darkness, relish the silence. I’m just not strong enough.
I sense their pain as they gaze upon the empty shell I leave behind. I see their glossy tears glazing over the sadness in their eyes. All hope gone replaced by only despair and heartache. I want to hold him close, I want to tell them all that there is no more pain. He no longer has to suffer watching his only son fade away.
A better place awaits and we will be reunited.
(A/N: This short story is my entry for February’s Monthly SimLits Short Story Challenge.
The theme was “Seasons of…”
I just managed to fit in the criteria with 500 words and I used 12 screenshots.”
Please head over to the forum thread Here and check out the other entries or take part. Don’t forget to vote for your favourite three [vote takes place between the 6th and 12th of march] Thanks for reading!!)