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Oliver and I followed the nurse back. We arrive in my mothers room. She lay in her bed; silently,calmly. The only moment she is making is to breath. Her stomach going up and down, up and down. She is hooked up to the IV, and the heart monitor. 

Man, I am the biggest jerk. I thought to my self.

"Hi, mom. We came to see how you are doing."

"Oh, hello sweetie." My mom said. She said it in a low raspy voice. The thing that scared me the most was that she wouldn't even look at me. All she did was stare off into space. 

"How are you feeling" I ask

"Oh, okay. I guess." She had that same look on her face.

Now, because I am only 17, i am thinking that this is all my fault. Most kids would ask this to their mom, and they would say something like oh, no sweetie. But in this case, all of this is because of  My selfish acts. I feel horrible.  

I need to think of good things. But, all that comes to mind are bad things. All that I do is watch my mom, in silence. I watch her ghastly figure. Still alive, but barely. She looks like a Dementor has sucked her soul. Before long, I can't take it. I had spent the last hour and a half, trying to sugarcoat this event. 

The next thing I know, I have lost it. I am a wreck. I decide to leave, before my crying gets worse. Oliver drives me home. I was crying the whole way there. 

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I was a complete mess. I was in shock, and having an emotional break down. But, even with all of this happening, Oliver was holding me. Giving me a shoulder to cry on. But, with my luck right now, you wouldn't be surprised that I had school tomorrow.


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