Life's Too Short

Twelve

I can't breathe. I don't know how to react. My mother and I were never really that close, but I never expected this to happen.

I stare at the table I'm working at and I can feel my face getting hot. Tears start rolling down my face and people start to stare. The tears smear the smooth lines and shading I've worked on for weeks. The teacher walks over to me and tries to calm me. She asks me what's wrong over and over until I pick up my phone and show her the text I got. She frowns and calls the front desk.

After a few minutes of them talking and me wiping my eyes and attempting to fix my drawing, I'm told to get my things and walk home. "You should probably rest for today and try to recuperate." I nod, pack my stuff, and walk to the office. I tell the secretary I'm going home. She smiles and gives me a sad look. "I'm sorry to hear that about your mother. I hope she gets better." After she says that, I'm out the door walking down the sidewalk. I start to wonder if she's okay or not. I scare myself at the thought of losing her. I hope it's just minor stuff.
I guess you can just never predict these things, right?

I get the key from my pocket and unlock the door. I re-lock it and walk upstairs. I open my bedroom door and walk to my bed. I immediately fall into my bed and start sobbing into my pillow. Horrible thoughts trace through my mind. What if she died? What if she broke anything?

All of these things make me cry harder. To me, there's nothing worse than hearing about someone you really care about being hurt.

Then the door opens.
Didn't I lock it?

WHEW. That was forever to make an update! Sorry everyone! I've been super busy with ecams and end of the year schoolwork I need to catch up on and I didn't really find the time to do this until now! Hope to have another update up soon!