Living Again~ Thirty-Six

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It was two days later that we got the call. At 3 a.m.

Grandma had convinced me to go back home that night and get some sleep. She had kissed me forehead and told me that she loved me, just like every other time I left the hospital. I had always treasured that moment, because I never knew when it would be the last.

Aunt Claire was the one who woke me up, she was crying. And in that moment... I just knew.

The funeral was held that same morning. I think we just wanted to get it over with. None of us had slept much the night after getting the news. It passed by pretty fast, all a little bit blur. Not a single tear escaped my eye through out the ceremony. I don't know why but everything just felt so unreal, like this wasn't actually happening. That tomorrow I would wake up and go to the hospital to visit her again.I was numb, I couldn't cry.

I tried to appreciate the fact that my Grandma had lived an amazing long life. And she died in her sleep, no pain, which was good. I took one last look at the coffin, and walked away robotically, slowly making my way to Uncle Joe's car, where I knew he was waiting for me with my aunt.

Just as the car was in sight, I stopped in my tracks. Someone was calling out my name. I could recognise that voice anywhere, even in this jumbled state of mind. I turned around and there he was.

"Marissa." Ethan whispered when he reached me. He was so close, I could touch him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what was going on with your family. I'm so sorry."

And then I saw something, when I took a closer look at him. He was crying. Why was he crying? He didn't even know her. I felt him take a hold of my limp hand in his firm grasp and he moved even closer so our foreheads were touching.

"Ethan, I.."

"Shh, it's okay baby. Everything's going to be alright."

A tear rolled down my cheek, and then another. Soon I was sobbing uncontrollably. Ethan hugged me tight. It was like I had been holding it in since I found out, but now everything became so real. She was dead.

I heard uncle Joe say from behind us, "Ethan, son, you'll bring her home then?"

I felt Ethan nod then heard their car drive away. I pulled back and he let go easily. I wiped my tears off and started walking.

"Um, Marissa, my car is in the other direction."

I turned right around and walked wherever he pointed. I didn't even have the energy to be mad at him, or to talk to him. So as I sat in his car, leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes.


When I woke up, I was in my bed. The first thing I did was stretch, my whole body was aching because of lack of sleep. I grabbed my phone to check the time; it was7 p.m. I must have slept through the entire afternoon. I also had one unread message:

Hey, I thought you needed rest after you fell asleep in my car. So I took you to your room. Call me when you're ready to talk. Take care. I love you.   -Ethan

I decided to sit down and talk it out with Ethan and Brianna. Everything Ethan's ex-girlfriend Miranda told me sounds pretty convincing. And there is a big chance it's true since Luke, her brother, was trying to warn me too. But a part of me is just not willing to accept the fact that Ethan could be an abusive person. Maybe I just think that way because I love him. 

All I know right now is that I've heard Miranda and Luke's side of the story, now I need to hear Ethan and Brianna's too. I don't know if Bri would even want to talk to me after I told her to leave me alone that day. Gosh, I can be such a drama queen sometimes.

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