Robert’s shoes clicked with every step as he walked down the hall. Lots of noise from the workers were made just by them running around the place. Robert looked on the sides to each door, hoping to find the correct one.
He finally stopped at a room with the number 216 on it and opened the door. As he opened it, the white bouquet of flowers filled with roses, tulips, and lilies in his hands dropped onto the ground.
After seconds of staring, a tear rolled down is face as he faced the ground while taking back the arrangement of flowers. He slowly walked towards the bed in the middle of the room, shaking with each step.
On the bed was his baby boy of 8 years laying peacefully while his wife was sitting on a chair about two feet away from him. Her eyes were filled with tiredness as large bangs appeared under her eyes. For his child, tons of wires were connected to the boy while a large ventilator to the opposite side of the bed helped the boy to breathe.
Robert placed the flowers in the vase and touched his child’s face with his hand and repeatedly brushed his hand through his boy’s face.
“I’m going to run away from this, and no one can stop me.” Robert whispered in his mind. He then slowly decided to walk out.
“Where are you going Robert? Robert?!” His wife yelled. With every yell, Robert’s pace went faster. Eyes watched as he ran through the halls, and with each glare he went faster.
“Faster, faster, faster!” He thought, so he kept on going. He stopped at his car door, went in, and turned up the speed. He sped through different stop signs, stop lights, and passing pedestrians but he didn’t care, all he wanted to do was go faster.
He finally stopped somewhere in a parking lot and left his car without even closing it. As he opened the door to the building, small talk filled the room in every corner and music could be heard playing. The sound itself felt relaxing, but the man’s mind was so clouded that even noise couldn’t get to him. To him, the whole world was on mute.
He sat at one of the chairs at the bar and ordered one drink. He thought he had enough after that drink, but for whatever he reason he decided to have one more. That one more didn’t satisfy him, so he had another.
Later at night, the man was all alone with the bartender while all the lights in the bar seemed to be dimming out. As the bartender counted the money he had made in the day, Robert laid his head on the table, staring into the empty glass that he had just drunken out of.
His phone then ringed but he was too drunk to even answer. After two more attempts from the caller he finally answered. As the person on the other line spoke, he looked around the room to finally notice that it was basically empty. He then broke down and asked himself, “What have I done…”
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