Don't Let Go(Work In Progress~)

Chapter Three;

Chapter Three;

Shortly after, my brother arrived. He looked just as torn and beaten as I did, if not worse. You'd think after finding out news like that I would be a little more upset, like he obviously was.. But I wasn't. I wasn't nearly as upset. I just matched a name to her face. How could I at all be upset? My mother and I never had a solid relationship. She's been in and out of my life so much, it's hard to remember she even lives here. My father and I weren't close either. He never approved of me. Everything I do is wrong to him. It's almost like I can just never make him happy and I'm just waiting for him to tell me how much of a failure I am.

My brother, Sean, hugged me. He didn't really say anything, just hugged. I could tell he was crying. I felt like a jerk for not crying right along with him.. But I didn't know how to feel at this point.. Everything seemed... Strange. Almost two hours ago, everything was just fine. I was with my friends laughing as if nothing was wrong. I planned on going to fifth hour and laughing with Nick, my best friend. And I was going to continue on with my day. Even going home to see both my parents. Now suddenly.. It's different.

Sean let go and hit the gas pedal. We took a left out of Washington Heights and headed for St. Bernard's Hospital. Sean didn't talk much of the ride. He was lost in thought, as well. I wonder what he was thinking.. Maybe he was mad at me because I wasn't as upset as he was.. I hope not.. We soon arrived.

We parked and walked in the rotating door. I used to be terrified of those things. Sean told me to sit down and wait while he went to talk to the receptionist. My heart sank with every minute. It was almost like the sadness was just starting to hit me. Sean sat next to me.. He looked over at me and said,

"Are you scared?" 

"Kind of. A lot of things are going through my mind." 

"I know what you mean.." 

He took a deep breath. 

"Just make sure to put on a smile. You know dad as well as I do, and they say even when in a coma they can hear everything.. So we should probably try and sound slightly upbeat. He wouldn't be happy if we were upset." 

He had a point. I nodded. A woman who resembled a nurse called our names. She said we could see him. We walked in at what seemed like snail pase.. I felt like I was walking with the beat of my heart.. We walked through a long hall way and up a flight of stairs. Then into a room that smelled like sick people.. There my dad laid..

He had tubes up his nose and you could barely even tell if he was breathing. If the heart monitor wasn't there, you'd probably think he was dead. Looking at him filled me with guilt. I almost began questioning myself if this could some how be my fault. Seeing this man that two days ago was busy coaching my nephews baseball team, now laying there.. Unconscious.. It sent me chills..

We didn't stay long. I don't think either of us could stand seeing him like that. We pretty much just looked at him. Neither of us are the emotional type. We bury our feelings until we explode.. It's kind of a family thing.. Being hidden and secretive.. Sometimes it can be more of an annoying trait. But I guess you get used to it.

When we got in the car, Sean was very quiet. He didn't say much at all. He got in very slowly, almost hesitant.. He started the car and grabbed his seat belt, it was weird. He never wears a seat belt. I don't think I was supposed to hear him.. I don't even think he meant or knew he said it out loud.. But he placed his hands on the wheel and I heard him whisper "Please. Watch over us."