The best is yet to come

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

-Ungrateful. That is what I'm not trying to be, but am. Not on purpose, it's just that growing up this way makes me think that what I have is normal, or so to say everyone has it. But do they really? As I got older I realized that the World is not how I thought it was. Millions of People starving, war in many countries and garbage everywhere I look. For some people; I live the luxus life, and for others; I'm a broke ass bitch. (sorry for my harsh vocabulary) Wanting more and more stuff, but not even realizing and appreaciating what I have makes me sick. Grateful is what I'm striving to be. Are you?-

Someone snips their finger infront of my face. ''Kay?? Are you even listening to me?''

''Oh sorry, uhmm yeah of course. I was just thinking about the fight between me and my parents this morning. History class you were saying?''

Sam is a very talkative person. She likes gossiping about other people, but I just listen to her. Every day, every hour, she comes to me with new stories and new things to gossip about. Maybe she should be a journalist.

*Ring ring* I motioned her to be quiet and answered my phone ''Hello?''

''Am I speaking to Kamilia Peolb?''

''Yep to the one and only.''

''I'm sorry to inform you that your mother and father are in the Hospital.''

Those words made me freeze and it felt like a lump was stuck in my throat ''What?! What happened?!''

''They got involved in a deadly car accident two hours ago. When your parents were brought in, their condition were very unstable and the injuries were especially serious. They immidiately got surgical treatment.''

''Two hours ago?! No! Oh my god! In which hospital are they??!''

The womans voice was soft ''Please calm down Mrs. Peolb, St. Cleonsberg Hospital.''

''I'll be there in 20.'' I cleared my voice and hung up.

Not even telling Sam what was going on, I jogged out the door, straight to my car. Starting the car, I coud feel my eyes tearing up. Thank god the traffic wasn't as bad as I thought, or else I would have been stuck there forever. They can't die, no, not now, not yet. My sight was blurry but I managed to park in smoothly. Faster! Faster! I jumped out, locking the car behind me. Left, right, left, right. I ran through the hospital doors, right to the counter.

''Louise and Peter Peolb. I'm their daughter.'' I said letting it sound like a sob.

He looked to the computer for some seconds, what felt like hours to me, then pointed to his right ''Down the hall, up the stairs, the first door left.'' His eyes didn't leave the screen.

Not loosing any minute, I thanked him then rushed down the hall. Tears were running down my face, making my mouth dry and salty. I bet I looked like a mess; red nose, mascara smeared under my eyes, and my front hair, wet and sticky. But right now that's the least I could care about. Grasping for air, I put my hand on the doorhandle. This is it. Before I could open it, a doctor touched my shoulder from behind and I turned around. He looked tired. Oddly tired.

''I'm sorry. We did everything we could.''