Inseparable

2: Why 2?

   I walked in my mother's room to see her blankly staring at her phone in her left hand, shaking a little. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye to see if it was me, and then she looked back at her phone with her hand still trembling a little. "Go get me my pills in the medicine cabinet and some water and text your dad that I need him, please hurry." 

   I guess she has a bad headache from crying because I saw that her eyes where slightly red and bags under them. Opening the medicine cabinet, I see her pills that she asked for, and I bring it to her. She looks at me a little confused, and then she says, how do you expect me to take these. I returned the confused look, but then remember that she asked for water also. When I began to leave the room to get the one thing I forgot. She asked me if my father texted back; I said no, then left the room.

Robin's POV 

   Cole came in with the pills I asked for, but Cole being Cole, forgot to bring me water, and I looked at him with a confused look to make him remember what he forgot. I knew this would happen because Cole is very forgetful when it's morning time, so what I planned would work out the way I want it. 

  I took the pill bottle he handed me and shook it a little while taking the cap off to check and see if there was enough into O.D (overdose). Placing all the pills in my hand, I began to cry and reminisce about everything with my family.

   I thought about the days when my children were firstborn. Cole is the first one on May 14, 1999. Bianca is the second one on January 27, 2004. Then lastly, Briana is the third one on November 10, 2005. Each one of those days would be considered my favorite day. The days my babies were born.

Not realizing it, I put all the pills in my mouth and swallowed them, and the last thing I heard was my children, all saying "no," "how could this happen" and "I knew I shouldn't have left her in here all alone." 

   Then everything went black.

Cole's POV

   As I went downstairs to get my mother a glass of water, I thought about how I forget so quickly in the morning. There was never an explanation that gave me my forgetfulness, so I never really questioned it, but I feel that I should doubt it, but I don't know why. 

   Watching the water from the refrigerator pour into the cup, I remembered something. MOM DOESN'T NEED WATER TO TAKE PILLS! Because that was one of her secret talents. Dropping the glass cup I had in my hand and ran up the stairs to my mom's room, I could hear the glass in the kitchen shatter as it fell to the floor. I guess I startled my sisters because they ran into her room also. They had questioning faces as I also did when I seen the lady there take her last breath.

   I told my 13-year-old sister Briana to text my dad, and I told my 14-year-old sister Bianca to call 911. Looking at my mom's cold figure lying right beside her bed, I tried to check for a pulse, but I was disappointed when there wasn't one to be found. The last thing that could be done was to hug her, so that's what I did. I hugged her dead fragile body as tight as possible, even though she could never hug back again. I cried as my sisters try to cheer me up, but fails while they call beside me.

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   For a few minutes of crying, an ambulance was heard outside of our home. They rushed in and took my mom's pale body out into the truck. I asked if we could ride with them to the hospital, and they agree. The ride there was quiet, but also hectic. My eyes never left my mom's face, while my sister's kept their heads down, guessing they couldn't stand the sight of their mom's hopeless figure.

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   It didn't take long to get to the hospital. Sitting in the hospital room they brought us to, I texted my dad back, telling him to come to the hospital near our house. My eyes still never left my mom's body. 

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My father busted in the hospital room, looking ridiculous. He looks like he has a hangover, which I'm sure is true because I notice him always making his way to the bar down the street somehow, and most of the time, he doesn't come back home until two days later.

   He takes a few steps into the room as he comes closer to who we are surrounding. I see him fall to the ground and bawls his eyes out. My sisters and I walk up to him and cry with the man on the floor, comforting him. I can tell he is thinking to himself about how horrible he is for not being by his wife's side because he is mumbling to himself a little.

   Soon a nurse came in and rolled my mom away, and my father started to cry again. He came to me with an apology written all over his face as if he was the reason she wasn't with us anymore. My father asked me if I was there when she died, and I said yes then after he just gave my little sisters and me a hug before leaving the room.

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Author's Note

   Thanks for reading this chapter. I appreciate it. With this chapter, some of it was written at a parade, so sorry if it sounds stupid initially, but as I said before, I will go over it if there are any mistakes or errors. Also, thank you for giving this story a chance.

 Once again, thanks for reading. <3 <3