Fear in Ages.Brittany Ross
Writing for the Arts
Oct. 19, 2008
Heart rate and blood pressure. Screaming. Crying. Pain and disease. Sirens. Rushing. Needles and blood. My mind collects these images in a mental folder with a title labeled Hospital. I cant get past the word. The thought of it makes my feet go numb and my head roll with the intent to lose consciousness. Funny how one word could make a person cringe and feel such fear.
First left, then right. I tied my sneakers as fast as a five year old could, then jumped to my feet, excited to leave. The ball game was going to start shortly, and I didnt want to miss a minute of it. Mom helped me into the car, and we took off down the road without time to spare. It seemed she was in a hurry just as much as I was. Not much longer and we would be there.