Things Will Never Be The Same
By J. D. Boulet III
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I looked over at my friend as she asked
"Why are you always going over to your grandparent's house? You never want to hang out anymore!" I could see she was more confused than angry so I answered as honestly as I could.
"I almost lost them once and it was really scary. I don't want to go through that again. I mean I know it's going to happen because they have really bad heart problems. I just try to spend as much time with them as I can. Please don't be angry."
My friend answered rather reluctantly, "It's okay, sorta." I looked at her quizzically and she hastened to explain, "I know you and your grandparents are uber-close. It'll be really hard on you if anything happens, so I understand. I hope you have fun." She smiled and I gave her a hug. God I was so lucky to have a great friend like her.
That night I couldn't sleep as my mind returned to that one time, 2 summers ago, when I realized that my grandparents wouldn't be around forever.
I sat forward on the couch violently willing the blue car on the screen to go faster. The sound of my step-mothers voice caused my father and me to jump. He used the moment of confusion to his advantage and none-too-lightly shoved my off the couch, pushing his car forward.
"It's your mom." She snapped then disappeared. Probably moping over some cauldron under the full moon.
I grabbed the phone off of the table and turned to laugh at my dad, "Cheater," He laughed and I returned to the phone.
"Hey mom, what's up?" I asked brightly.
"Grandma's going to the hospital honey." The long-distance connection made her voice seem robotic.
"I-Is she okay?" I moaned. Stupid question, she's going to the hospital, of course she's not okay.
"I don't know honestly, the doctors haven't even gotten her into a room yet." That's my family, always complaining about emergency rooms. A small part of me realized I was avoiding thinking about what was happing. Then my mother's robotic voice continued.
"I'm willing to meet your father half-way if you want to come up here. Of course you don't have to." I felt tears come to my eyes. I needed to be there.
"Of course I want to! I need to mom. Here I'll let you talk to dad" I cut myself off before I began to cry and tossed the phone to dad.
All too soon we were on the road and the truth hit me hard.
What if I was too late to see her-never mind the fact that my dad kept telling me otherwise. I don't know what I'd do, my grandparents were were my island in a storm, they let me believe in myself, Grandpa wouldn't be the same, she can't go! We need her!
The thoughts kept swirling in my head stinging me like bees and I cried. I cried knowing that this wasn't the same as the countless times grandpa went in because he always seemed so strong. I had grown up seeing my grandpa in the white rooms. I was NOT prepared to see her in the same position. It would just be different. I morbidly imagined never seeing her again. I couldn't help but to shiver as my mind showed me darkness as deep as the sky's flashing outside the car windows. I knew that it, the sky and that future, was too cold for me to handle. Wrapping my arms around myself I shivered. Things weren't Okay, not like this.
(A.N. If you guys don't start commenting you are going to drive me into a very emo corner and you won't get any happy stories. :*( )