Waiting. Silence. Worry. Regret. Fear. All of those wretched feelings swallowed up my mind. Waiting. Silence. Worry. Regret. Fear. Waiting silently in a hospital, worrying about my friend, full of regret and fear. I start to mumble, "V." All of a sudden, nurses and doctors came rushing into room A-309, yelling and screaming, "We're losing her, bring in backup!" Room A-309 fell into silence. A doctor walked out of the room and walked over to me. He stood in front of me with that face. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, we couldn't save her in time." I looked at him as sorrow and darkness fell over my face. I get up and start to tremble. My voice is shaky as I say to him, "Thank you...For all you have done to try saving her." I get up and walk out of the hospital, resisting the urge to cry.
As I walk home, I can't help but let out my tears. My best friend, V., is dead. After about a mile walk, I finally arrived at my abode. When I got inside, my little sister gave me a puzzled look and asked, "Car-Car, why do you look so sad?" I freeze. My little sister would be devastated. I pull myself together, building up the courage to tell her. I shakly say, "V...V is...dead." My little sister fell silent. "Oh...Okay..." She mumbled. I saw her then start to cry. In a panic, I rushed over and comforted her. "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry," I continued, "It'll be alright. We still have her in our memories, and that is the best thing possible at this moment!" My sister wiped her tears and hugged me. I asked, "Do you want to watch a movie?" "Yes please!" She responded. We walked over to the couch and sat down and I put on "Emperor's New Groove".
I wake up and look at the time. It's midnight. I look at my sister, sound asleep with her head on my shoulder. I smile. I reach for my notebook and open it to write in it. "What the...?" I said puzzled, "Who's handwriting is this?" I read the letter trying to figure out who wrote in it. I say to myself, "I have a theory, but I don't know if it'll work." I flip to the next page and look at it. There's only one thing I need to write. I pick up my pen and write,
"Who are you?"
I sigh and close the notebook.
One thing I knew for sure about that entry thing is: that was not my handwriting. I set the notebook down and fell asleep once again...
I woke up the next day. It was a Saturday, a day to calm myself. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast for my sister. When she woke up, she ran like a cheetah to the table and started eating her breakfast.
