One Way Journey - A Writing Exercise
Sila groaned as she felt her way along the hall. Behind her she heard the chatter of the nurses. How could they be so calm?! She was getting out of here. Just a few more steps to the elevator…no one had seen her yet. She clutched her hospital smock with one hand as she used the other to hold herself steady. Only a bit further. “Sila! What are you doing?” she heard the frantic voices behind her. No no no! Coming to the elevator she smashed at the buttons in desperation. This is not happening! But then hands were on her—steadying her, but also leading her back to her room. The room was too real. Too white and confining and not a place she could do this. “I know you’re scared hun, but we’re here for you. You’ll get through this,” the nurse said patting her arm as she helped Sila back into the bed. “I really can’t,” she gasped as pain ripped through her. This was it. There really was no going back, no escaping now. The current of agony and terror ebbed and flowed, the wave
