Hope

Chapter 15

Hopes POV
I kept going to therapy, each and everyday. I even started working at the cafe again. I was getting better. I was understanding that I'm not alone, and that people are going through the same things I am. I'm nicer, less temperamental, and it seems Baylinn is getting better too. I still have break downs, and I cry, but I have to keep working towards the goal to get on top of that mountain peak.
"Hey Hope." Baylinn came in.
"Hey!" I said
"How ya been?" She asked.
"Eh, thinking about Ty, but I'm thinking bout-when he said he abused his ex." I said.
" Hope, Ty felt so bad about that. You took him out of that slump! You helped him become better." She said. Truly ironic, Ty helped me out of my slump, and made me a better person. I never thought I gave that affect to him.
"I know but-" I started.
"No Hope. He had major problems, he went to therapy. He apologized numerously to her. He was a complete and udder mess, at least he was honest with you, well afterwords." She said. I miss him even more now. Just thinking about how much pain he was in, until he had me. And then he killed himself because he was without me.
"He's gone, and I can't do anything about it!" I screamed, crying. Today was going to be one of those days, the bad days.
"Hey, shh, Hope. It isn't your fault, he knows you loved and continue to love him. He's in a different place now, but he's still with us." she explained soothingly. I cried a bit more, but stopped myself, and went to therapy.
"Hey Hope!" A guy names Bobby J said. He had lung cancer, because he was second-hand smoked by his dad.
"Hey Bobby J! How you doing?" I said in my best Joey voice. We both laughed, this is the cure for sadness, laughter.
"I'm good! Feeling better, had surgery last week.." He said.
"I know, how you been since than?" I asked.
"I've been okay, life sucks as a cancer patient." He said.
"I know, my chemo has got me beat." I said rubbing my head.
"Ug, chemo is the worst!" We started laughing.
"Okay, everyone sit down, we will start with- uh- Luke today." Pops said.
"Oh okay uh, life's been okay." he shrugged. That was his usual response. I'm not letting him get away with it, not today. I've never tried so hard to make someone feel better, since Lanny.
"Okay Hope-" pops started to say, until I interrupted.
"No Luke, that's your everyday answer. And it's not very convincing." I stated.
"Hope I'm fine." He gave a small fake ass smile.
"Your smile lights up the room Luke, mind giving a real one?" I said sadly.
"Hope." Was all Luke could say before crying his eyes out.
"It's ok Luke, a certain someone told me, it's ok to feel, it's ok to cry. Everyone deserves someone to talk to, someone to cry too. I used to keep it all in too, but that's stops now, for the both of us." I said reassuringly.
"My mom....She didn't make it..." He stuttered a long the way. I was stunned, I finally got it out of him, he was as stubborn as I was.
"I'm so sorry Luke." I said, thinking about my own mother.
"It's ok, I've been without her for years. She's out if the pain she could've been in now." he said.
"You're right Luke, she's in a better place. She's still here, just not physically here. She will be missed by everyone, no one will forget her." I tried saying, I was never great at helping people.
"Thanks Hope, that makes me feel better." He smiled.
"Good, now say what's on your mind." I said. He said everything, I was rubbing his back the whole time. I think I'm helping him, he seemed better after getting everything out.
"Good job Luke, that isn't easy. And Hope, you are today's hero." Poppy said. My heart melted, from its old stone/icy self. I had a beating heart, a loving heart.
"Thanks." we said.
"Okay, Therapy's done for the day. See you all tomorrow!" Poppy smiled. I was walking back to my room, when I stopped. My moms room, can I go in? Am I authorized? Well I am now. I went in and my mom looked good. She didn't look pale anymore, she had color. Her leg was...amputated already?! It made me cry, it looked so weird, and It made me feel horrible.
She still needed the transfusions...wait? Did her hand just move? I took her hand in mine.
"Hi mom, you can wake up anytime now. I miss you, everyone misses you soo much. Please wake up for me. Please!!" I was crying. My brothers didn't want to see her in this state, but they missed her a lot. So did my dad, a lot too. I felt it. I felt her hand tense up in mine. Omg, what do I do.
"Come on-mom!!!WAKE UP!!!" I was shaking her carefully.
"I will give you all the transfusions you need! I love you! I'm so sorry for saying 'i hate you'! I never ment it, ever!! I need you mama!! Don't leave me." I whispered the end, sobbing on my knees. Her eyes? They started to flutter open? Her hand moved too. She fully opened her eyes after that. Soon the doctors will flood in here because they have technology to obtain her heartbeat to see if she's awake. She's being monitored every second, if she's waking up, I better leave. I don't want to...but I have to. I'm not authorized.
"Hope?" My mom said groggily. I felt like I was dreaming. I felt as if this weight was being lifted from me. I felt as fragile as a feather. I was sobbing, shaking, and smiling all at once. I couldn't speak. I was beyond myself with nothing but happiness. My mom woke up.. This is all I could ask for. I don't want money anymore, I don't want accessories, I don't want anything but my mom.
"Mama." I managed to say, but I don't know how I did. I missed her so much, and she's finally here again, with me, and that's all that matters.