TITLE: The Force Contained
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
The door clicked to a close vacuuming out all noise so the only sounds were the heart and breathing monitors beeping and humming in rhythm. A bulb in the florescent light above flickered on and off casting strange shapes and shadows around the room. I turned back to see Mom outside the door talking to an ICU doctor. The kind that looked like nothing would or could bother him. I listened to his careless voice explaining the situation to her and I fought the urge to rush back out the door and deck him. How was it so easy for him to explain death? After all, this wasn't just anyone dying.
I looked back to Mom and a pain surged through me until it settled deep in the pit of my stomach. She was tough, like chop the head off a snake without so much as a scream tough. But here, now, she looked--broken. I watched as doctor jerk spoke again. Mom nodded as she raised a shaking hand to her mouth, and even at sixteen, I knew what it meant.
I swallowed hard and looked over to the hospital bed. The light crackled above as a rumbling of thunder echoed outside the hospital room window. A chill moved down my spine. Every sound, so quiet before, now shouted at the silence - the hum of the monitors, the air conditioner clicking on, even my own breathing. Everything felt alive and active--except Dad.