The turmoil ended and yet the cloudy sky still loomed over the hospital room. Silence was the only companion for him, as he sat at his mothers side in the room. Her eyes were still closed and she still remained in her slumber - not wanting to wake up any time soon.
His eyes were red from tiredness and lack of sleep, he wanted to sleep but the pain kept him awake - a constant reminder of what he escaped, a small part of what he should feel compared to his mother laying in the hospital room.
He took out a piece of paper and gently placed it under her hand - it was cold and heavy.
Two words were written on the front of the folded paper; 'I'm sorry'.
In his mind, he could see the words he had written on the paper, everyone single word filled with anger and sorrow, seeking forgiveness.
' I'm sorry for not listening to you in the car;
I'm sorry to have said those words to you;
I'm sorry to have lost my temper with you;
I'm sorry you have to put up with me.
I'm sorry I never respected you;
I'm sorry I never did as you ask of me;
I'm sorry that I disappoint you;
I'm sorry I never cared about you.
I'm sorry for everything;
That I have done;
To make you feel sad;
I am sorry. '
He got up from the chair and left the room, gently closing the door. He stood at the door and closed his eyes, his lungs filled with a deep breathe and he exhaled slowly. His body was calm and so was his mind; he knew what he was going to do.
He opened his eyes and walked down the corridor, leaving the hospital. The cloudy sky ever persistent, following him where ever he went.
That was the last time he would see his mother.
He could never escape that day, the turmoil, the fear he felt. He could never forgive himself for what happened to his mother, day by day passed by and she still never woke up; he blamed himself for everything and he wished he could take it all back.
He wished that if he just said something kind and nothing nasty, all of this wouldn't have happened.
Or would it have happened to someone else instead?