(The One Who Wondered Why)
By Katie/Twilightstwin

Intro:
Many of us go on living our lives, as cumbersome or as joyous as they
may be, without ever really finding the true meanings in our lives…. Or
daring ourselves to ponder why? This story is about someone I know, and
a person I’m sure you know also. Because this person is you or me. They
are the one who wondered why.
~*~

A tired young woman sits alone quietly in a mall coffee shop. She flips
cautiously through the obituaries looking for any familiar faces in the
Lakeville Times. She thinks to herself, why do I fell so old? The woman
age 26-27, steals another generous sip of cappuccino and checks the time
on her silver watch. “A quarter past two” she murmurs as she pushes her
glasses up her nose. Her dark Carmel colored hair rests on her
shoulder. In the sunlight it shines brilliantly, but indoors it just
seems dull. It’s trimmed like an Egyptian wig, plain and straight. She
usually pulls it back to a small bun when shes working. She takes
another long sip of the creamy cappuccino, and as she swallows, her fine
thin lips seem to disappear from her pale freckled face. Her eyebrows
are dark and skinny as though someone painted them on with a fine brush.
As she browses through the paper they seem to bounce happily, like a
child excited at what they seen. Her eyes are the color of thick fog in
the morning with different shades of blue. She let out a quiet yawn and
checked the time again.
Two thirty, she groaned, it was time for her to go back to the
hospital. Her hands seemed to tremble as she placed the paper back on
the marble counter. It was a beautiful Friday, the sky was clear and the
beach was warm. She knew this would bring a variety of cases in tonight.
She threw her head back to swallow the chalky Aspirin then labored
towards the door, shuffling her feet. Her legs felt like false
appendages, as though she was a stringed puppet. Obeying each command
from their master… Left, right left! She rubbed her arm as she now stood
in front her of her slowly dying Volkswagen. Its bumper was bent and the
chrome was anything but shiny. The hood was also severely dented by
uncle Stan’s carelessness. Clumsy fool! She thinks to herself as she
starts the ancient beetle. The bug growls furiously then coughs exhaust.
The noise sounds like a hoarse man chanting potato, potato, potato. She
remembers her father giving her the car and remembers it when it still
appeared red. He had given it to her for college.

Perhaps not the prettiest car, but it got you where you wanted to go. A
quarter to three as she pulled into the large hospital parking lot,
putting the little bug away for another nap. She wondered just how much
longer it would be until her precious bug no longer woke from a nap.
Left, right, left she thought again as she opened the tall heavy doors.
She walked quietly through the wide empty halls. The sound of sobbing
was coming from the room to the right. Without looking in she knew the
situation. A family crowded together in a pew holding each other, either
wishing or praying. They were hoping for the best, or trying to make the
best of the worst. She has seen a lot of tears. Which made her wonder if
she had become immune to crying. There were times she just felt numb,
and absolutely helpless. Her junior year in high school she remembers
being the only girl that didn’t squirm while dissecting a frog. But,
frogs are not people. They do not have jobs, kids, wives, husbands,
houses, they are just frogs. Oh my God, the only reason I chose this job
was because I didn’t squirm dissecting a frog!

Why didn’t I choose a career I was remotely interested in? Not what I
could settle for. Random thoughts spurred through her head. “Mary” A
deep voice said from behind “ you’re needed in 204.” “alright, thanks
rodge.” She smiled a fake smile. Left, right, left, she thought again as
she entered room 204. As she began to bandage the man`s leg she realized
he was very attractive. Light blue eyes and jet black hair. He looked to
be about her age. He also wore glasses that gave him a certain rich,
dignified look. As she tightened the last bandage he squirmed a bit and
winced in pain. “All done!” She said, “Now was that so bad?” Her lines
seemed a little too rehearsed. He looked down at his leg studying the
bandages as if he was pricing a new car. She saw as he rubbed his leg
that his muscles flexed in his shoulders like heavy boulders rolling
about. He looked up and kept his eyes locked on hers. He then flashed
her a bright wide grin as though he had practiced it for years. (He then
flashed her a bright wide smile, a real smile, not a smile that has been
practiced for years)
“Thank you,” he said still smiling with his gaze focused on her. It was
said so simply, yet his two words were of ultimate sincerity. With those
two words the tired young woman found all the answers she longed for.
“Thank you”…two simple words that seemed to echo her existence.

I stumbled upon it on my computer...I nearly forgot about it.

I think it stinks...but hey I was 12 years old!

I really enjoyed reading this,, I hope you continue to right as your
life moves forward, what an insight you have,,, beautiful very Beautiful

Thank you.

I havent written anything recently, my son keeps me more than occupied.
But I do love stories & poems, and enjoy everyone's talent here on JSH.

Kids will do that to ya,,,,, Your writing is amazing keep it up,,, you
have a brilliant talent of expression

Katie, you can add writing as one of your accomplishments.. If you wrote
this well when you were twelve, I can hardly wait to see some of your
recent works..

Dad..

Thanks pa

holy crap
you wrote that when you were 12?
so when is your next book coming out
Put me down for like ten copies hun
Wow
Talented in every way

I wrote an adult horror fiction over winter, but I was turned down by
the literary agent. They did not read it, they were at the moment only
taking novels from authors already signed. So they said they'd keep it
for a year, and possibly review it later.

Who knows?

Send me a copy, Katie..You know that I will give it an honest review..

Just keep writing..You are a natural,, That is very rare!

CALL THEM BACK EVERY SINGLE DAY TIL THEY GIVE YOU A RESPNSE

Well I only picked one agent, lol...and even still...I wasn't really
turned down. Most people pick their "top ten"

I really enjoyed reading that. Real talent and an insight on life.

Thanks my friend

Very nice read. Thank you for sharing it. Hope to see more from
you.

Awww, thanks whisper.

I was thinking of putting up some of the horror fiction I wrote this
winter...just for a sample

Twin I really liked reading your story...I was sad when I got to the end
of the post.You have got an awesome talent girl!
Post more......PLEEEAASE!!!

Good writing.
You should be proud.

Katie, that was a wonderful story. It made me feel like I was following
the young lady around and sharing her experiences and thoughts. Very
good writing.