This is part of a series of articles attempting to describe, enter, portray, and hopefully understand the psyche of someone waiting for answers, and outcomes of the unknown. Some days will be long, some days will be shorter than usual, some days will be too devastating… all reflected in the articles.
We grew up learning that in every stage, in every step, the first one would be the most difficult of them all. It is where you would start to question things, the reality of the situation. Sometimes, that first one may dictate and establish what would come after. And that has always been the case.
It was the first day of that one week.
Pierce was not prepared for it; he did not even think of how he would get through it.
Who would have thought it would be close to impossible to finish the first day without wishing that the next day would already be the seventh day? No one told Pierce how difficult it would be.
Countless thoughts, feelings, and fears – mostly negative – started to linger in his mind. Pierce was already thinking of worst possible outcomes and failed consequences. The anxiety was starting to build.
Would everything be put to waste? Would the things that happened have any value? Would nothing matter in the end?
The start of the wait was already eating Pierce. It was getting in his head – slowly, one-by-one taking over everything that comes out of his mind.
What will happen tomorrow? What will happen on the third day? What will happen in the coming days? It was beyond his control. It was beyond his reach. It was beyond him. It. Was. Difficult.
