Is It Meant To Be (Under major editing again)

Chapter 23

I finally got home from walking depressingly from the spot where me and Christopher were talking. When I got home it was sunset and most of my neighbors lights were on, some were off.

I walked into my room and took off my stuff, getting ready to go to sleep and try my hardest to forget about this terrible day. Just as I lay my head on my pillow, my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen and saw a message from Jasmine. Oh wow, I haven't talked to her in a while now.

"I'm moving." It said, no sad emoji's, no exclamation marks, just a simple, i'm moving. My breath caught onto my throat as I replied, "Nice to know, knowing that you haven't contacted me in weeks, but that's fine."

I heard another vibration, but I was too angry to see what she replied. I got up, went to use the bathroom, washed my hands, turned off my light, and went to bed.

Why is it so hard to have a normal life, like the one I had before?

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I woke up to the sound of screaming. I jolted off of my bed and headed down the stairs, where the noise came from. I saw glass on the floor and my mom on the floor, holding her foot. So she woke me up at 3:00 in the morning because she stepped on glass?

"Call me Simon, both of you are in so much trouble!" My mom boomed, while groaning in pain. I ran upstairs, in fear, into Simons room.

He was on his bed reading a huge hard cover book. "We're in trouble! Mom wants the both of us downstair now!" I screamed, making him quickly look up at me and scramble off of his bed.

"What the fuck did you do now to get us both in trouble?" He said, putting emphasize on the words 'us both'. I shook my head and pointed at him saying, "This was not me. When I came home, I went straight to my room! This is all on you!"

"What are you talking about?!" He yelled, while walking up to the door.

"Mom is on the floor holding her foot. Apparently, somebody dropped something on the floor and it shattered, digging into mom's foot." I explained, while following him out the door.

"Oh my gosh! You have got to be kidding me!" He yelled, while running down the stairs, me following behind him.

"Mom are you okay?" Simon asked, while running up to her and examining her foot. "This is a deep cut, that glass got you real good."

"No duh," I mumbled, earning me a look from Simon and my mom.

"We have to take her to the hospital." Simon said through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone dialing 911.

"What's your emergency?" A female voice asked through the phone, sounding bored.

"I need an ambulance truck, my mom just stepped on glass and the glass cut deep into her skin..." I replied gazing at Simon, who was holding my mom's hand.

"Where's your location?" She asked, still sounding bored. I told her the location and hung up the phone.