WOMAN - H.S

25. (Unconditional)

Hey guys... make sure you have your tissues.

This is the chapter that started the book. 

LISTEN TO THE SONG UNCONDITIONAL BY PICTURE THIS WHEN THEY ARE DRIVING. IT MAKES IT SO MUCH BETTER AND EMOTIONAL. 

I love you all and enjoy!!!

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* A week later  *

FLASHBACK

"Anna you need to breathe" Olive spoke to me as I sobbed on the floor of the hospital. "She-she's dead" I cried. My head starting to hurt from feeling so sick and lightheaded. "What?" I heard Olive whisper.

I had sat on the floor not moving, not blinking, and wishing I wasn't breathing for an hour.

"What happened" I heard Andrew speak in the distance not even flinching. "Your mom flatlined, she was taken to surgery an hour ago" I heard Olive speak. "Fuck, fuck, no" Andrew cursed.

"Fuck, Anna?" I heard in the distance. My head was starting to ring.

I couldn't speak anymore, I couldn't.

"Anna?" I heard. "She's been spaced out the whole time. She hasn't spoke or blinked" Olive spoke.

It felt like another hour went by before I was being snapped back into reality.

I felt a slight nudge to my side before I heard faint words. "Anna, the doctor is walking towards us" I didn't care anymore I knew it wasn't going to be good news.

"How is she?" Andrew spoke up. "She's still in surgery, we won't know for a while. I advise you guy's to go home spend time together and prepare yourself's for what could happen." "Shit" Andrew cursed.

"Okay, we need to get Anna home" Andrew spoke.

Before I knew it I was being picked up off the floor of the hospital and carried to a truck going home.

My head rested against the head rest Olive sitting next to me squeezing my hand as silent tears rolled down my cheek.

When we got home, I dreaded walking into the house knowing I wouldn't be able to keep it together. My worst nightmare was coming to life.

My mom had died in my arms.

I opened my eyes seeing I was now sat on the couch, not remembering how I had gotten here. I saw Olive in the kitchen with Andrew making hot chocolate.

I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, slowly wobbling my way across the hall. I felt weak.

I looked at myself in the mirror seeing I was pale and my face was stained with dried tears, my eyes were halfway shut from how puffy they had gotten.

I turned the sink tab on splashing my stiff face with water before drying it off.

I looked at myself in the mirror again before I felt the anger bubbling in my blood.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was throwing things off of the counter making a loud sound as I grunted in pain and anger.

The door flew open, Olive running in putting my arms behind my back so I couldn't hurt anything else.

I fell to the ground sobbing, loosing my balance once again.

As I lent back against the wall Andrew had wrapped me in his arms holding me as tight as he could as my sobs started to sound like screams of pain.