As afternoon faded to evening, I stood in the kitchen, watching Lennie shovel food into his mouth. I could hear him snorting as he inhaled it. I smiled, …show more content…
I would stumble around the house, lethargic and dizzy, all the while hacking up thick dark red blood, I felt like I was in a cloud. One late afternoon while I was trying to force myself to eat some kind of morsel of food, I tried to stand up but my weak knees buckled; causing me to fall to the ground. I yelped as my face came into contact with the hard ground below me, my breath ripped from my aching lungs.
I slowly opened my eyes, my brain pounding out of my skull, why did everything hurt so bad? My head was propped up on a small soft pillow. I looked around as I realized that there was an odd assortment of pillows and blankets all around me, how did I get here? I squinted my blurry eyes as I tried to remember. All I recalled was falling hard on the ground when I was in the kitchen and floating in and out of consciousness. Now I was in my bed; how did I end up here? While I was lost in my thoughts, struggling to stay awake, George walked in with Lennie in tow, a grim expression on his …show more content…
Her breath came out in short rasps, her lips opening and closing like a fish. The gentle rise and fall of her chest slowing, her once tan complexion fading to gray. She could feel her lifeforce ebbing away, slowly, but gradually. She embraced death gratefully, worries and pain no longer clouding her mind. The small body of the once animated women stilled, her last breath leaving her cool lips. The final thought that skimmed her mind was the love for her nephew sitting next to her. Her beloved Lennie was ok, he was finally