Perfect Storm

Chapter 2

* This hasn't been proof read so all mistakes are mine, we die like men

Anya and Freya entered the ICU, and I immediately felt the tension. You could cut it with a knife. On the right sat grimly in one of the hospital chairs, was Marianne, Henry's mum. She was as happy to see the two girls as they were to see her. Marianne didn't always go to the red carpets with Henry, but he always made sure to greet her to everyone when she did. Marianne seemed to have a soft spot for both Anya and Freya. She lifted herself slowly from the chair and went to embrace the two girls. Her usually bright eyes were now darkened with sorrow. Her wrinkles were more prominent now, and her ashy blonde hair, which she always seemed to spend hours making, was all over the place. She looked exhausted, and the girls seemed to pick up on it quickly because they made sure their movements were gentle when hugging her. Suddenly Colin, Henry's dad, appeared out of nowhere. He was pacing up and down, talking to the phone as he was tugging on his white hair nervously. He realised Anya and Freya were there, so he gave them a slight nod as his lips formed a thin line in an attempt to smile.

"Do we have any news yet?" Anya almost whispered.

"No, she's still in a critical condition and won't let anyone see her. And if they did, they would only allow family members. And since they're not engaged or married, the won't let him see her anytime soon." Marianne shook her heavy head in disappointment.

"But Henry's the closest thing to a family Mia's got. Where is he by the way?." Freya was getting agitated

"Colin convinced him hust a second ago to go home, shower and get a change of clothes. And apparently not, since her mum and sister are here." Marianne wrapped her arms around her middle as she vaguely motioned at the two females sitting on the blue chairs.

The brunette's hair was covering her eyes. Two pieces of black wire were hanging off her ears. It was nice seeing someone who was still old schooled and used wired earphones.

Next to her, a middle-aged woman was sleeping. A couple of strands from her faded red hair were resting on her half-opened mouth. The only sign she was alive was the calm wheezing sound she made every so often.

I had this sudden urge to sit next to the brunette. Her music was deafening; I think One Direction's If I Could Fly was playing. She was tapping her leg anxiously on the floor, and she was struggling to breathe, as if she was getting a panic attack. In an attempt to control her breathing, she put her hair up in a messy bun, using the scrunchie on her arm. Her faint freckles seemed familiar; very familiar. Taking her phone off her pocket, she rubbed her bloodshot eyes. I couldn't confuse those green eyes.

That's Demeter, my sister, and next to her must be my mum. So is it me in the ICU? I can't be.

"I'M HERE!" I shout, but no one's listening.

I tried to nudge my sister, snap her out of her little world. But it didn't seem to work. I tried to take off her earphones instead, but no matter how hard I pulled they didn't come off.

What the fuck?

All of the women were staring at my sister and mum, mumbling something. Suddenly Freya came our way, with small and careful steps. Her head was hanging low and her fingers were fidgeting, as if she was in deep thought.

"Hey, you're Mia's sister?" The blonde made sure she was loud enough for Demeter to hear her, but not as loud as to wake our sleeping mother.

The brunette took off her earphones with the music still playing. A small grunt was her only response.