A Short Story : A Story?

and I wrapped up my hand to make it look like it was hurt. I couldn’t

“Mom I am scared,” I repeated. “What about Emma and her family? Wake up Rayna,” I told my aunt.

paralyzed I tried moving my body but as hard as I tried I couldn’t seem to wake myself up.

I slowly opened my eyes. I was almost blinded by the sunlight that came through the window of my bedroom and travelled right into my exposed retina. I closed my eyes again. It was Saturday, so I could sleep in for as long as I wanted. I dozed off into a light sleep.

I went into the front room shocked, extremely scared and watched until the ambulance pulled into the driveway. My grandpa was put into the ambulance and taken to the hospital. I was really afraid and really didn’t know what

Laying my head back down, I rewind what the nurse had said. 5 years of coma? The year of 2095? What is going on? I thought. My mind kept trying to wrap around the thoughts, that I didn’t realize my parents had hurriedly stomped into the hospital yelling my name. Tears rolling down my mother’s cheek and big smiles flashing in the background. It took me awhile to notice it was my parents but I was still glad to see them.

I slowly walked down the stairs trying not to break the silence. When I finally reached the end of the stairs, I was filled with confusion. My dad was not there, in fact, he wasn’t anywhere. I checked everywhere around the house, even in places I knew he wouldn’t be in.

I screamed in agony, “AHHH my leg!!” Screaming and groaning, I thought death might have been better than this. My life flashed before my eyes, I started to remember my life at the house. Waking up to my mother, father, and sister every morning. Before I got that dreaded letter that changed my life. Riding Eli through the woods and going hunting on his

I throw down my book and run to the door swinging it open. I take one quick look at Dad and smiled. I quickly hug him around the legs.

Next thing I know my father opens the creaking door slowly, he walked towards my mom. She looks at him if he was dying or heartbroken. They got closer to each other and as all parents they started smooching. As a child my parents always taught me to close my eyes when that happened, so I did.

The sound soothed me, until her raspy gasp sliced through it, causing me to tear up again. “It's okay, everything will be okay,” I repeated over and over, to myself more than her.

Eventually the cries subsided and all that remained was the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Soon afterwards the door opened and out popped my mom and dad. The two exited the even smaller office-like area and gingerly sat in chairs that were littered around the waiting room; my mom appearing calm and collected—a gift that I was apathetic towards.

Harper was tired of work so she left an hour early. And at that point, chaos was created. She didn't know that then, but now, it's truly happening. Her dark hair casting a shadow around her. Daylights savings made it darker way earlier than normal which she loved the darkness. The darkness was her best friend. As she walked down the street, passing the coffee shop named "Donkey Doughnuts", her stomach grumbling. She glanced up, hoping it doesn't rain. The clouds look cheerful and of a bright blue. But on the other hand, the sky looks dreary and gray.

full state relaxation. Then I ran my hands through the top my head. I raised my

Both my parents burst through the doors, looking slightly concerned. “Mehak, why are you screaming?” My mom questioned. My eyes started to get watery, thinking of all the terrible possibilities, and I got a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. “Grandpa... H-he...w-were t-talking a-and h-he started c-coughing a-and the l-line w-went d-dead.” I stuttered, not knowing what to think. My dad flew out of the room, probably to contact my grandma about what was going on.