the girl with pink hair, nihachu

ten

trigger warnings: cancer, possible death, parent death

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brooke woke up and immediately started getting ready.

since she had finished her book, she was going to get a new one.

brooke hadn't been to the book shop for a couple weeks, due to streaming and meeting new friends. it felt really good to be back.

she parked her car and got out, walking in the bookstore. she opened the door to the entrance, expecting to see mrs. wilson, but she wasn't there.

instead, there was a young lady in her 20's, sitting behind the desk.

"hello? where is mrs. wilson?" brooke asked politely, becoming quite worried.

"have you not heard?" the young lady said, causing brooke's heart to begin beating faster. "mrs. wilson is in the hospital, they believe she's going to die any.."

brooke ran out of the book store before the lady could finish her statement. she rushed to her car, driving to the nearest hospital to see mrs. wilson.

she parked her car, not caring how good it was, and ran into the hospital.

"hello miss, what is your name?" the receptionist asked.

"where is mrs. wilson?" brooke asked the lady, completely ignoring her question.

"miss, we need your name."  she repeated.

"brooke weathers, now is there a gretta wilson here!?" brooke asked again, slightly yelling.

"i'm sorry miss, but there is no gretta wilson here." the lady said before brooke ran out once again.

she drove to the hospital about 30 minutes away.

brooke ran in, asking the person behind the desk for mrs. wilson.

"she's my mom, please let me go!" brooke pleaded as they told her the room number.

mrs. wilson wasn't her actual mother, but brooke saw her as her mom. she was the only parent figure brooke had left.

brooke ran to her room, trying to calm down before walking in.

"mrs. wilson?" brooke asked, quietly closing the door. once she saw the lady, she ran to the side of the bed and began sobbing next to her.

"why didn't you tell me? you had my number, you could've just called!" brooke yelled in sadness as she held onto mrs. wilson.

"you know how much you mean to me and you do this!?" brooke continued to sob.

mrs. wilson's arms slowly wrap around brooke. "i'm here brooke, i'm here. i'm sorry."

brooke cried and cried until she couldn't anymore. "why didn't you tell me?" she asked, sniffling.

"I couldn't, you hadn't been answering your phone or coming to the shop at all." mrs. wilson explained calmly.

"i'm so sorry, i've been busy and I.." brooke was interrupted by the lady.

"it's okay dear, it's okay. don't blame yourself for any of this." mrs. wilson assured her.

"but I.." brooke started before being interrupted again.

"it's not your fault." mrs. wilson said.

there was a moment of silence before brooke spoke up.

"do you think you'll.." brooke paused, sadness filling her voice again.

mrs. wilson sighed slightly, "they think I might."

brooke looked down, "I don't know if I can lose another parent." she said, starting to tear up.

"it'll be alright. even if I do.. pass, just know that I will always be with you, right here." the lady said before placing her hand on brooke's heart.

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"I think you should go home and get some rest." mrs. wilson suggested.

brooke propped her head on her hands. "but I don't want to leave you."

"you need some rest sweetie, you can come back in the morning. i'll still be here." mrs. wilson said as she held brooke's hands lightly.

"but, what if you're not here?" brooke asked, sniffling a bit.

"I will be here, trust me." mrs. wilson assured brooke.

"okay, i'll see you in the morning mrs. wilson. get some rest." brooke said before kissing her forehead.

"i'll see you tomorrow, dear."

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authors note:

i'm not very good at writing sad things but here's this!

a lot of stuff is going to change hehe