Blog Twelve - Short Essay 2: Draft

                The drive was too short. It could have taken a lifetime to drive there and it still would have been a short drive. There were no words spoken, there was nothing to say, there was nothing anyone can say that would make that day better. The crowded streets gave me recognition of where I was and where I was going. We kept getting closer. The lights inside were bright almost blinding, as if it was supposed to give off a happy vibe. There was no happiness, it was just a sullen atmosphere. The whole building gave off an unmistakable odor, there was no possible way to pretend that you were somewhere else because the smell was constant. It was depressing. It was goodbye. The room was quiet, but it sounded so loud. The door opening and closing letting me know someone else had come. The noise outside was of horns honking and people shouting, it was a welcoming sound. It was much better than then the noise in the room. Black, no matter what way you turned, you saw black. But not her, she was dressed in green, her hands folded over her heart. The soft cries coming from everyone were louder than a whisper, yet it sounded like everyone was screaming. But not her. She no longer yelled. She no longer whispered. She no longer cried.