Preface
I could hear the faint beeping of the machine next to her. That was the only thing that assured me she was still alive. I looked at my mother’s face, once strong and unbreakable, now weak and brittle. I wipe my hand across my face and got rid of the moisture there. I just sat, there holding her fragile hand, waiting. She’s going to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it. She is going to die. Those words kept running through my head ever since the doctors told me they did everything they could, but it wasn’t enough. She’s going to die.
Hours passed and her breathing got slower; all of the sudden the machine started beeping like crazy and a doctor came into room. I was too overwhelmed to realize what was happening. Then the beeping stopped; and just like that it hit me. She’s dead. I started crying like crazy; why did this have to happen to me? My mom is everything to me, she’s all I had. How could she live me alone like this? I’m only fifteen, what am I supposed to do now? I have no brothers, sisters; my mother just died and as far as I’m concerned my father, wherever he may lie, might as well be.
I couldn’t help what I did next; I jump out of my chair and hugged my mother’s now limp body, and began sobbing louder. I felt a kind hand on my shoulder and a faint I’m sorry.
She was really gone, my mother, my best friend.
“Ah!” I woke up from my dream with a start. My heart was beating fast and when I reached up to face a felt the trail of a dried up tear. Snapping out of my haze I realized I was in my new room. I can’t believe I still remember that day so exactly.
I turned on a light and began to take deep breathes. It’s been about two months since my mom died, and I guess I’m not as over it as I thought. Right now I’m living with my aunt Maggie and uncle Joe. My mom gave them custody over me, because she knew how much they loved me and how much I loved them. Mostly, it was because of their son Ian, my cousin and best friend. He’s probably the only thing that keeps me sane and probably the only person that knows I’m not as o-kay as I claimed to be. So it was no surprise that he had heard me and came to check up on me.
“Hey are you alright?” I looked up at him, and immediately burst into tears. When he saw my face he came over to me and wrapped me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder, and we just sat there; me crying and him comforting me. He knew me well enough to know what was wrong and not to say anything or ask any questions.
