Creative writing
This is my creative writing I wrote for an internal at school! Thought I might just throw it on here and see what you guys think! Creative writing I sat in a pool of my own despair and displeasure, inside the four walls of the gleaming white room. I could feel his warmth radiating against my cold, insipid, toxic filled skin. We sat in silence while he held tightly onto my numb hands. I didn't want him here. I despised his presence. I thought I had avoided him altogether since the MRI scan and the first few treatments but he's persistent. My mother sits hunched up into a chair on the other side of the room reading a magazine featuring a model with long golden hair. She looks happy and sun kissed and this makes me feel an ache in the pit of my stomach. This is the most distant I've ever seen my mother when we are here. The first time round she was the one holding the deep shiny silver bowel beside me not him. Things are different this...