GENRE: Paranormal Romance
I had no idea who she was when she walked into my room. I had no idea she brought death in with her, either. Not at first. All I knew was that she interrupted my quiet escape from this life that held me captive. I was staring at the ceiling, cursing the life that had cursed me in return, when I heard an unusual sound. Footsteps.
Soft, clicking footsteps. The kind that clattered against the linoleum floor and echoed off the walls in an otherwise silent hallway. Not typically unusual, but amongst the hum of medical equipment I was so used to, it stood out. Someone was walking toward my isolated room in my nearly forgotten corner.
I tilted my head so I could see the display of the clock beside me. Straining my eyes against the darkness, the glaring red numbers bled through the night and revealed that it was just past three. I couldn't imagine why anyone would come to my room at this hour. There was no reason to. The doctors had made it perfectly clear that there was nothing more they could do for me.
For a moment I let my hopes get the best of me, and whispered into the darkness. “Momma?”
With my last bit of reason I knew it wouldn't be my mother. She left me two hours ago, retiring home to get five hours of sleep before coming back to the hospital at dawn. For nearly a decade she'd spent the majority of her time at my side, talking me through my sickness. Comforting me, despite the fact that my death was nearly killing her.
Before she left I promised her I would be okay without her. I promised her I would live through the night. I lied.