a winter walk

Poor, little, old Mrs. Rosa, diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 57. Unfortunately her family was unable to pay for the medication. In order to help Mrs. Rosa with her illness, her family decided to move her into a tiny shack deep inside a forest. Mrs. Rosa’s family thought as long as Mrs. Rosa was isolated, she wouldn’t suffer as much. There Mrs. Rosa was, in her dark, cold shack. She passed time by holding conversations with the voices. Mrs. Rosa told the voices of her family and what they had done. The voices started off by telling Mrs. Rosa that her family didn’t care for her, then they told her that no one cared for her, then they began to yell at her; they yelled that she was worthless and no one would ever love her. The sound of the voices were like nails against a chalkboard, and in need of help, Mrs. Rosa ran out of her home. Mrs. Rosa could not escape the voices, and she felt like she was running around in circles. The voices grew louder and violent, the trees scowled and swayed in ways to hurt Mrs. Rosa as she passed, and the snowflakes whirled around her with the intention of smothering her. After her legs grew tired from her endless journey to escape the voices, Mrs. Rosa sat on the floor and rested against a rock and took her last breath. The voices finally stopped, and Mrs. Rosa was at peace. The following morning Mrs. Rosa’s family found her corpse frozen against a rock a few feet away from the city her family lived in.