A Few Days Later
Buzzing... Something somewhere in my room is buzzing like fucking crazy. I flung the blanket off of me and heard something small get thrown against the wall across the room. Looking at it, it was my phone. Oops. I stretch while getting out of bed and begrudgingly stumble over to my phone on the ground, still buzzing like mad. 9 new messages and 3- no 4 missed calls. Huh?
I unlock it and go to look at the messages first. 'So sorry for your loss' 'Hope you're doing okay' 'Please talk to me' What? Then the oldest ones from my mom.. 'Drunk driver... Aaron and I... crash... so much blood... I'm sorry.... I love you... see you soon.' Oh my god. I look at the time. 1 pm. The last messages from mom were hours ago... Fuck fuck fuck
I run downstairs and grab the keys off the kitchen counter, bolting outside to the car while looking up the nearest hospital. They'd have to be there, right? Flooring it, I also wonder how any of my old friends knew about it. While driving, I checked my phone for any other notifications and found a stray one from 15 minutes ago. "Couple injured in a car crash with drunk driver dies in hospital along with drunk who crashed into them."
No fucking way, this can't be real. Tears trickle from my eyes and pour down my cheeks until I reach the hospital, bustling my way inside. "Where's my mother?! My mom, where is she??" A nurse walked up to me and took me by the shoulders and walked me down the hall, shushing me and telling me that it'll be alright and that she's so sorry. The waterworks started up again as we walked to the end of the hall and took a left.
There she was, in the first room lying peacefully on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest. Of course, Aaron was right next to her on a separate bed. They both looked so cut and bruised up, Aaron with a large gauze wrapped around his torso with a sizable splotch of blood where it soaked through the layers. Christ. They were in fucking awful shape, I didn't know what to do, so I just... sank to my knees and sobbed into the bed my mother was on. The nurses allowed it for a while but needed me to leave when they had to relocate the bodies.
How the actual shit am I supposed to pay for the house? We just moved here and of course, I don't have a job. Fuuuck this is the worst possible thing.. These were the things running through my head as I left the building and got back to the car. I sobbed again, swearing and hitting the steering wheel. What am I supposed to do?? Goddammit!
Not long after momentarily getting my shit together, I drove myself back to the house. I'll return to the hospital tomorrow to see what they want me to do or what the procedure is. Or I'll call them. I don't want to go back... I get back to the house and sit in the car for a bit, breathing to calm myself down.
I got out and locked the car before walking up to the door, pulling out the key to unlock it, but when trying to open it, I realized the door wasn't locked in the first place. I was sure I locked it before I left, but.. maybe not, I guess. So I walked inside and shut and locked the door behind me before tossing the keys back on the counter and sitting at the little island in the kitchen.
"What am I supposed to do?" I said out loud to no one... The big fucking question... Nobody answered of course, but I kind of wished someone would. Being alone all day is going to suck, even though I would stay away from her most of the day, it was still comforting to know she was there... Tomorrow is another day...
