Agony

In less than ten minutes upon my arrival, I found Hayden waiting anxiously for me.

"what is it?" I asked.

"she's in the ICU, they're waiting for your permission. She's losing a lot of blood." He said, his cold blue eyes filled with worry.

"take me to her" I said. Reluctantly, he did.

On getting to the ICU, I didn't realize how bad things would look until I finally saw her myself. Everyone present there seemed to tense. I found myself rooted to the ground as I stared at the child who had been brutally hit.

The blood, remaining me of my mother's blood soaked body. Her cry of agony while she had been brutally stabbed; echoed in my ears. Her head rolling on the floor. I didn't realize when a tear had slid down my cheek.

I felt a light touch on my shoulder and slowly turned. Only to find Macy by my side.

"I think we should handle it." she said, she understood me without me saying a word. I wasn't more grateful than I was then.

I nodded slowly, wiping the tears off my face. " I'll sign." I said, leaving the ICU.

Thirty minutes later, the operation was carried out successfully. I was very happy, but those images of horrific memories never left my mind. I remained seated in office, still engrossed in thought until a knock on the door brought me back to reality.

"you seem lost." Macy said, as she approached my seat. Her brown hair falling in neat curls behind her. She faced me, golden brown eyes glued on me.

"what is it?" I asked. I was in no mood for games.

"what happened back there?" she asked. I could sense the worry in her voice.

"nothing important." I lied. I wasn't the type of person who liked getting others involved in my problems. I never loved being pitied, and I never will.

She sighed. "I understand." she said, getting up . I, on the other hand wisely avoided eye contact with her. "if you ever need someone to talk to, just call me." she said and turned her back to me. When she was halfway gone, I said: "can I ask you a question?" I say, she turns around. She looks at me expectantly, "have you ever been in a situation where you feel helpless and can't do anything? Have you... ever experienced the death of your loved one in the most brutal way possible right in front of your very eyes?" I asked, my eyes tearing up.

Macy slowly turned, "it won't be easy... but I'll try." she said with a small reassuring smile. "I'll try for the people who look up to me, for the people who value my existence. And for the promise I had made, to become stronger. At least to achieve my goals." she said, a tear threatening to roll down her cheeks.

"I think that's what you should do. Live for the people who care at least for their sake if not yours." she said, one last nod, before she left. I stared at her retreating figure and once again felt empty within. This time it was overwhelming and agonizing.