My Literal Beatrix Kiddo Experience: A Short Story

“It’s not fair how she’s dead, she is always with us. Dad was never here before she left.”

I stepped into the room quietly, and turned around to look behind me. I could have sworn that a shadow brushed past me, but I saw nothing else there. Stunned, I immediately left the room to go back to

I thought saw something move in the corner of my eye, a silhouette maybe. Oh.

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

“Never seen that man before in my life.” he voiced, tilting his hat down more. Irritated, the female stomped away, heading to the next table. His hazel eyes followed the woman until she ended up at the other end of the bar. After gulping his drink, he faltered to the back door with a concerned look on his face. He prayed that the female distracted herself with the other bar patrons.

“It is going to be okay, we will get through this as a family.” Mom said, softly.

For a moment, they shared silence as her soft yellow dress tattered in the breeze. The angle of his chin and the tears in his eyes told her that he likely knew about her grandma. “I'm so awfully sorry about your abuelita. So sorry.”

“ Are you sure you don’t need to get a therapist,” she said “ I know you might be feeling a bit overwhelmed with your Uncle’s death and everything going on He could feel her eyes

"Oh, I forgot it, sorry, of course, as I come there, will tell you. Okay."

“I know. I get it. Really, I do. Still, I know I’ll be fine. I want you to get your life back. I want you to be happy. And….” I trailed off.

Her expression softened. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on between the two of you, but I’m sure it can be worked out. honestly, I bet he just needed some extra rest because he was up all night playing with himself.”

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

“I wish grandma was here I feel sad about how I left her, but she wouldn’t understand. Once I get the money I need I will apologize and go back living with her.”, said Melina.