7 minutes in Heaven

The shattering of the glass pierced through the peaceful atmosphere of the neighborhood. It rained hard outside the house and as if in response to the shattering sound of the glass, thunder crackled loudly. However, in that dark night, the glass wasn't the only thing that was shattered. A numb sound of shuffling and struggling was heard until the door of the two storied house opened with a slam and a figure was thrown out of the house harshly. Immediately the person was soaked to bones as the rain continued its attacks on the poor one.

The exiled one, slowly stood up with a face that the woman on the threshold of the house couldn't quite figure for it was dark and the street lights weren't working that day. With icy glare, she spoke in a bitter tone with an authoritative hint; "Get out of this house. NOW! JUST GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE! YOU WH*RE! YOU LYING B*TCH!" The woman started yelling now. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU." Before closing the door, she looked sideways at the abolished, standing, soaked, frozen figure on the porch, all dirty due to mud, and whispered loud enough for the addressed one to hear it; "I wish you were never born."

The last sentence was able to extract a reaction from banished one. The figure started trembling, not out of fear, but due to some unknown sensation and emotion that the person couldn't quite figure out. The breaths came out in gasps and the entire world seemed to become dim in every minute. With that condition, the figure slowly exited the porch and embarked on an unknown journey.

Unfortunately, that person couldn't go far as the thin, trembling legs eventually gave out and the brain shut down, closing the dull rainy night with a curtain of darkness.

On the same night, desperate, trembling little feet splashed on the puddles of the park. The tiny figure breathed loudly for running for so long. Upon seeing a shade under the slide of the park, the little one took shelter. The sheltered one was a ten years old kid, yet the figure says otherwise for it had the shape of a six or seven year old kid. The rain was really stubborn today for it wasn't showing any signs of stopping at all! The rain continued its attacks on the earth monotonously. The kid's eyes were heavy. The sorry excuse of a garment that the kid was wearing was not doing a great job in covering up his embarrassment; on top of that it was soaked and stuck to the kid's body like a second skin. The kid remained alert for the rest of the night and exited from the shelter as soon as it was dawn. The kid walked down the weary streets as slowly the black sky started to show signs of bright colors beneath the heavy clouds. Although it wasn't raining now, but annoyingly it was drizzling. After a while, the clouds somehow cleared up and the drizzle stopped as well but the drenched kid's trembling legs continued to walk. At last the kid's body felt light and soon the tiny one hit the pavement of a building. On top that building, a signboard gleamed due to the sunlight that peered behind the clouds.

Rambourgh Children Hospital.