Tragedy ✔️

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six: Mother Dearest
Sophia Crawford

As I was listening to my mother's ramble on how my grandmother's heart attack was my fault and that I just cause death wherever I go, I couldn't help but think back on River's words from the party, when I wanted to jump in front of the oncoming car and when he saved my life when he could have left me to die.

"Whatever it is that has you jumping in front of oncoming cars and wanting to die... you can fight it." He says. "You just have to fight it... for the people who love you. If you don't want to live for yourself, live for them, at least."

River's words were true. If I didn't live for Daniel, who will?

His parents were trying to forget that they lost their son and Daniel's friends barely messaged me to send their condolences after his death. It was like Daniel never existed if it weren't for me that kept remembering him and living for him.

No one was currently living for Daniel but me.

And the only memories I have of him are the ones saved in my phone, and the photographs on my walls, and don't forget about the memories placed at the back of my head in a folder where I can never forget them, even if I tried.

Not that I wanted to forget them... they were the sweetest memories, and even though it pains me to think back on them sometimes, it still brought me peace.

I don't know for how long I have been seated in the waiting room of the hospital with the bitter antiseptic of the hand sanitizer burning the back of my throat, just waiting for a doctor or even a damn nurse to come by to tell me if the operation for the heart attack was successful or not, or if my grandmother was still alive or not, but no one ever came to tell me about how she was doing.

I have a very good feeling that my dear mother had something to do with that.

She probably said something like this to the doctor in charge of my grandmother: "If my mother in law's condition worsens, please let me know personally. I don't want to place unnecessary stress on my daughter who has already lost so much in the last couple of months." And she'd fake a sniffle just to make her sadness more believable, and she'd wipe her eyelid with a napkin she had stashed inside of that fancy purse she always carries around her arm.

It has been a couple of hours since my grandmother have been admitted, and I still didn't hear a thing about her condition. If she passed away, my mother would blame me for her death too.

Hell, she already blamed me for my grandmother and it wasn't even my fault.

River was right earlier when he said that I couldn't have known it would happen and blaming myself for something as unpreventable like a heart attack was just stupid, and I realised that now, but it didn't help my case that I had a mother who managed to blame even something as unpreventable like a heart attack on me, and she would have managed to make me believe that my grandmother's heart attack was my fault if River wasn't here to tell me different.