Bar Tender

Epilogue

It was the night before my birthday two years ago. I was fifteen, my father had just left and my mother was on her death bed. I was sitting in the cold hospital room while my mother laid their asleep. She was as pale as the hospital hallways. Anyone could tell she was sick. My eyes would flicker from her face to her chest and back to her face again about every five seconds to make sure she was still breathing. She had been in the hospital for three days now, which was the exact amount of time I hadn't slept. I had dozed off once for about five minutes the first day when the sound of the nurses footsteps woke me up. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open and sitting still and quite wasn't helping. I felt my eyes finally close as, as I could keep this up no more, and everything went black. Something was coming into slowly coming into view. It was a white house, with a large, green front yard, and a tree to the right side of the yard with a wooden swing. There was a little girl on the swing she had brown hair brown eyes and a white summer dress. That's when I realized that girl was me from 7 years ago and that was my house. Their was a man behind me pushing me in the swing while I laughed. Those were the days me and mom were being tricked and played. The days dad was still hiding that he was with another woman. That was before the time said he hated us and left mom as a single mother and me as a fatherless child. Now even look at that man in my dreams disgusted me. I'm watching him push me in the swing when I hear a ringing in my ears. It's a constant sound that sends chills up my spine. I'm trying to figure out what it is and that's when it hits me and I immediately wake up. I look over praying that it isn't the Electrocardiogram. That's when I hear rapid footsteps getting closer as I stare at the flat line on the screen. I started screaming and crying. I run over to my mom and start yelling at her saying "wake up!", "say something!", or "just one word!". A word that would never come. Within minutes two nurses had pulled me out of the room as I kicked and screamed. Six others were doing what they could to try and bring my mom back to life. Five minutes later the nurses rolled a bed out of my moms hospital room with a white sheet over a body. I went into hysterics as I realized my mom had died on April 6 at 12:00a.m. on my birthday and I hadn't gotten to say goodbye.