Written for my Creative Writing II class. I apologive for freaking people out with this one. I've been told that a tearjerker warning should be added.
Dad's hand stretched out,
Beckoning, straining, grasping at air.
My body froze in the doorway,
Watching his struggle.
"Teri, Teri," he repeated,
Hand falling and rising again.
The words filled the sterile hospital room.
"Teri, Teri."
I took a step towards him,
Pulled back by Mom's touch.
Her head shook.
I fled the room,
My own hand covering my mouth,
Sprinting for the bathroom.
Praying I would make it,
Not wanting to taste the vomit,
"Teri, Teri."
Dad's voice rang through my head,
Calling Mom's name, but addressing me.
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