Peter

 

Author’s note: This piece is from the point of view of Peter.  Peter is the boyfriend of the main character’s (Melinda’s) mom in the story.  In this part of the book he is working at the hospital trying to treat all of these people.  They don’t have a lot of parts of the book with Peter in it, so I thought this would be interesting. 

December 28

Peter

The hospital is filled with frantic people.  There are people are everywhere screaming, crying and praying for their loved ones souls and also for there’s to be spared.

 People come into the hospital constantly with their beloved family and friends begging us to heal them.  Our job isn’t to heal them anymore; we soothe their pain before they die weakened of disease and famine.

Instead of helping them, we have to just give them medicine.  All of us beg and pray that it will work.

They are so many bodies everywhere.  Even though we dispose of them, or try to, it smells of a mortuary.  There is a cryptic feel in the hospital.  Not the familiar sanitized smell wafting through the air or the adrenaline coursing through my veins waiting to help people.  There is nothing.  No hope, no will and no anticipation that the sun will rise.  Many will die in this hospital, and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.

The only thing that we can give the suffering people is fluids and Tylenol. Normally people can work the flu easily out of their system.  These are not normal circumstances though. 

The families’ usually ask if their beloved will be alright. I want to just smile and embrace them saying,” It will be alright.  They will be okay.”   I don’t think that this will benefit them, but it will for me.  I will know I did my job right.  That I will know that while doing what I do best, that’s when I will fall.  I just hope that this will be the place and the time that I pass on.  One thing that I hope before I die is that someone will remember me, or be thankful for me.  If only there would be anyone left to remember me and what I tried to accomplish here during this apocalyptic time.  Of course I don’t want many to remember me, just one person that was glad that they had me when they could.                                   

Harrison Burgeron

If everyone was to be equal in every possible way including beauty, agility, thoughts, athleticism, strength and even your thoughts, then how would school exist in a world like this?  No thoughts could be created or expressed due to the handicaps.  School is a place of intellectual findings and discovering new ideas and becoming the person who you will be. It is a place of talents being born and nurtured to grow.  If school existed, then what would they teach?  They would teach the rules and nature of how things are and will be for all of time.

Crystal Drops

Author's note: This poem is about how a girl is afraid of growing up. She doesn't know how to handle her life.  She is aware that she isn't a little kid anymore.  The vast forest is up against her and she feels trapped and lost.  She doesn't know that after twilight, it will become dawn. The birth of the morning to becoming a young adult.  Please give me feedback!  

Running through the trees
           Tears in my eyes.
Crystal drops on my hands               
            Chilling my eyes.
Chilling the very essence of my spirit
             Twilight was coming.
I could feel it
             My time was coming.
The tears came again
             This time I couldn't stop.
 How could you be calm
             When you knew it was coming.
For my dawn would never come
              Everything would be night.
The sun forbid to shine
              The twilight suffocated me.
Pulling me in
               Pulling me down.
Silver drops lined my eyes
                My spirit was breaking.
Eternally shattering
                Internally dying.
More tears
               Crystal drops.
Through trees
              Through woods.
Night had fallen
               I couldn't take it.
I felt so vulnerable
              Bare.
Unprotected from what hid in the darkness
            Nothing.
Could stop what would attack me
             Now.
Nothing could stop it
              I was weakened.
By myself
             No one could protect me anymore.
I couldn’t defend myself
             It was too vast.
Too thick
             I couldn’t see what laid in the horizon.
I didn’t even know what was outside of this forest.
            That might not be even safe
For the crystal drops came again.
            Flowing and flowing.
They reminded me that my emotions weren't fake.
           That I knew what to take on.
What I was up against
            This forest.
And myself