Press The Button: Part 9

I pressed the button and the door opened into an anti room . I could feel my top sticking to my back and my damp hair was clammy around the nape of my neck.

Never before have I been so afraid, or alone. I could not longer remember the names of my friends or even that I had been in their company on this strange journey . Everything was so different and alien and I had no inkling of where I was or where I was going, worse still I had no idea who or what I was.

Looking around the room I saw a shower room, why not I thought and so I had a shower. Then I stole some clothes that were hanging up by the door. Usually I would of not dared to do any of this but this was not usual none of this was usual.

By now I had no idea what to do, though I did seem to know that I was on a mission ….. but what was the mission. As these thoughts went through my mind I suddenly heard voices on the other side of the door. The door on the far side of the room opened. I held my breath.

Two young children entered the room, I was worried that me being here would frighten them but they did not seem the least perturbed. They said hello to me and without batting an eyelid asked me to follow them. I was too stunned to say anything and so I just followed them. We went back to the door they had come in by and the taller of the two pressed the button …………. The first one, so far, that I had not pressed!

To be continued…….

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits. View all posts by willowdot21

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