Long shadows loomed through the window, casting distorted shapes across her expressionless face, her chest and falling in an unsteady rhythm. Tubes snaked and coiled around her head hissing and writhing as the oranges and reds of the sky slowly doused, leaving behind the last reminders of another dying day. Her Ivory skin merged into the faded white sheets covering her delicate frame. Red hair spilled over her exposed collarbones like molten lava, burning away the façade of strength, exposing her to reality. Her face was a porcelain portrait of peace, motionless the figure lay undisturbed as if in a deep sleep, awaiting for a sun that will never rise. The folds of the fabric wrapped around her emaciated limbs, a thin protection against the oncoming night. Soundlessly a figure materialised beside the bedside. Its robes rippled in the little whirlwinds it created from the large dark protrusions emerging from its back. The celestial being hovered, its hair cascaded down in a luminous waterfall, tendrils of light originating from the creatures skin, reached out for the girl. The mechanical noises seemed somehow subdued in the presence of the divine; even the clock was faint, barely heard above the unearthly silence emanating from the being. The angelic figure caressed the girl’s skin as a mother to a new born. Protectively holding the child’s fragile frame, stroking her fiery hair from her face. Already the heat was rapidly escaping the body, signalling the end was drawing near. Gracefully, the protrusions that had once been there, transformed into brilliant white billowing wings, downy feathers embracing each one. The wings wrapped around the girl’s tiny form, enabling the girl’s soul to let go. Kissing the forehead of the girl, the angel stepped back and with it emerged the child’s entity. Her skin emitted an ethereal glow; her form was not quite solid, though her hair burned bright as any sunset. The pure innocence of souls never ceased to marvel the heavenly being, the soul twirled delightfully across the room, dizzying colours of amber and crimson. Initiating a dance with the angel, one of eternity. The white material from the angels robes billowed as the two entities danced, merging together in a blur of light and shadows.
Whispering to the soul not to be afraid but rather embrace the freedom, no longer trapped, no longer in pain. It was finally time, the angel extended its arm, offering to the young soul; ever had there been skin so soft. A surge of light erupted between where the two hands connected, filling the dimly lit room with otherworldly light. And so the two entities merged together, the hollow in her chest fluttering to life very briefly for the final time, her fire red curls shining gold as they danced into eternity.
The corridors were filled with the smell of the sickly covered by strong disinfectant. The too white floors and whitewash walls made up the long snaking corridors. In one of the rooms, a husband held his wife. Sorrowful expressions covered their features. The woman let out an unrestrained sob, which reverberated around the small private room. Looking down at the small form in the bed, the occupant conveyed no signs of pain, looking eerily peaceful underneath the harsh fluorescent lights. Her pale face, tiny shadows accentuating the once sparkling and animated youth. The mother of the child leaned down and brushed away the coppery locks from her forehead, kissing it for the last time. A nurse dressed in washed out blue scrubs ushered the grieving couple out.
Softly is if in danger of waking the motionless girl from her dreams, the doctor covered her face with a thin white cover. A small sigh escaped between his downturned lips as he switched off the life support. The constant beep of the machinery prolonged into a single high pitched whine. The lonely sound echoed down the empty corridors. The mechanical note replacing a once beating heart.