By CATALINA FERNANDEZ
After having sat there for what seemed to be an indefinitely long period of time, she got up and walked over to the kitchen counter. It had been a chaotic afternoon, which disrupted her usual, harmonious routine.
Having just returned from the hospital after being involved in an accident, she poured herself a cup of black coffee and stared straight ahead. She had never really experienced an event such as this. Slowly and mindlessly, she sipped the coffee, not thinking about anything or anyone, just staring straight ahead. The clock ticked and time progressed, but there she stood, in the exact same place for another ten minutes. In spite of the occasional blink, her wide-open eyes appeared lifeless. Not only did she want to erase her memory of the recent events, she was incapable of thinking about them. She was the only one who was not injured, the only one who could walk away while the others suffered. The doctors, unaware of how mentally impacted she was, sent her home to rest.
Once an expressive and sympathetic creature, she now stood there, simply a machine. She mechanically set down the coffee mug and stared blankly ahead. She did not know how to react, so she remained helplessly apathetic.