Pearl (POV)
My chest is closing on me, it is as if someone had their foot on it. It took me 5 years to get myself out of this anxiety and depression but if I lose her then trust me😔 there's no saving me. All these emotions I'm feeling right now looking at my sick sister, she's like a mother to me after my mother's passing she was the one who stepped in to fill the role of a mother. But now it saddens me to see her this way because all my life I've known her as a strong woman. I hate cancer with every being in me ,it stole my mom from me and now it wants to take Monica.
Me: I think she needs something to eat, the treatment makes her weak and she was vomiting earlier on ( I'm currently in the kitchen with my aunt Lydia)
Lydia: oh ok I will make oats, I wonder where's Annne in all this because she's the older one, by right she is supposed to be looking after Monica since you're busy with your studies. All she knows is partying her life away!
Me: ( aunty Lydia is always saying the same thing about Anne, I just dont understand why she doesnt make peace with the person she is because I did long time ago, stressing over her is definitely not on my To-Do list, since Monica needs me more.) I don't wanna talk about Anne, because she's an adult who knows exactly what she's doing.
Lydia: I was just saying ( she handed me the instant oats for Mo)
Me: Thanks, let me go help her eat ( I left the kitchen went to Monica's room, our house is not big it has three bedrooms,one bathroom, kitchen, and the sitting room)
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When I open the door my heart almost stopped, Mo is on the floor I quickly ran to her panicking when i reach the floor i try shaking her but she's not waking up. I try to scream but I don't know if I'm audible enough to be heard , tears running down my face thinking why Lord and hoping it's not the end.
The door opens and my aunt runs to where we are. She's trying to pull me up but I'm not barging
Lydia: Baby girl get up so we can take her to the hospital, let's not assume the worst🙁have you checked her pulse?
Me: I didn't ( as tears rush down my cheeks)
I stand up to make a way for my aunt, so she can check the pulse, my eyes run around the room searching for the car keys.
Lydia: Her pass pulse is very weak, we need to get her to the hospital or else she will die, help me pick her up.
(Walking towards them, we pick Mo up and we quickly put her to the car. I'm running back to the house to get her hospital bag since it's always ready and lock up the house, fast i got into the car and put the bag at back and Aunty doesn't waste anymore time shes driving fast and I'm lost in my thoughts throughout the drive. )
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Finding myself through all the pain
General FictionLoss is nothing new to me, I have been losing people before I even knew how to write my name, Darkness was my only friend until I got a taste of light. I lost both my parents and two of my siblings. It's true when they say you can never get used to...
