Jaide Wyatt

Just Breathe

“Just breathe and everything will be okay. This is not the time to burst into tears.” I took another deep breath before placing my balmy hand on the ice-cold handle of room 0701. I slightly open the door to peek in and The somberness from the room immediately overtakes my body. The smell of used garments mixed with the stale air makes it even harder not to cry. I hear groaning from the room next door and screams from down the hall. The IV in the room continues to beep as it checked my Nana’s vitals. A single tear falls from my left eye. I open the door a little more and the shadow cast from the bed falls over my face. “Perfect. So they won’t see my tears,” I thought before entering the room.