Broken Read Count : 62

Category : Diary/Journal

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I was sitting in the waiting room with Amanda. Her son was in the room down the hall. I discovered this by making a comment after hearing a child repeatedly screaming out in pain. 

"Are they killing the child?" I said out loud nervously. I was reporting to the doctors office myself after smashing my finger almost completely off in an accident a couple weeks ago. 

"That is my son", a woman announced quietly. "He broke his arm falling out of a tree almost a month ago. The doctors set it and put him in a cast but today he rebroke it." Her words were cut short by another scream from her son that seemed to go on and on. I could hear the deeper more reasonable mumble of words from the doctor as he tried to explain the necessity of putting everything back in line again. Amanda said,  "I tried to stay with him but he was breaking my heart with his pleas and the doctor asked me to leave." Her soft brown eyes were red rimmed and filled with an inner agony that glowed through them in perfect reflection of what was going on inside her. Each cry was punctuated with a wince, a twitch or movement of some kind as though Amanda herself was hurting. 

"How long have they been trying to reset his arm?" I wondered out loud and she said, "He has been screaming for over twenty minutes now." My mind took off on its own for several minutes after witnessing the deep bond between a mother and her son. She said he had been screaming for twenty minutes and I understood then just how connected to his suffering she has been. I could never fully comprehend it but I caught a glimpse at that moment. 

The stacking chair I was sitting in seemed large to me,  and hard. My own broken and partially severed finger began throbbing in sympathy. 

She began talking about how reckless and strong her son was. "He is so smart,  so much smarter than I was when I was his age. He makes such good grades in class, but outside of school I can't make him sit still. I've told him a thousand times not to leave the damn ground, but he climbs everything in sight." She stood up just as I was getting ready to make some response about life and experience teaching us to care for our personal safety and pacing back and forth before me she continued as if I wasn't even there anymore.

It was only moments later and they called me down the hall. I looked into the room where I could still hear the boy as I passed,  but the door was closed. "You got this,  little brother. " I whispered. 

We learn at a very early age that being broken is easy. It's setting everything back in place that draws the screams from our mouths. 

At some point during the procedure, I don't remember which part,  I passed out. 

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  • Sep 09, 2018

  • Really enjoyed reading, really well written. Seriously Loved it!

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