She was walking with a sacred and confused look on her face.
There was no one at the front desk and she was freaking out. I approached her.
" Hi how may I" she didn't let me finish my sentence.
"My sister, she was in a car accident and she is still alive where is she? Help me find her! Her name is Racheal Finche."
I knew exactly where she was. She came in holding on to life by a thread. Her thread is on the verge of snapping.
"She is in room #227, I will show you where." I led her into the room. She sat on the side looking at her poor scratched up face. Her heart rate was slowing down. You could she she was breathing heavier. Lucy clenched on to her hand. All of a sudden it was silent. Lucy was crying and the heart rate monitor was a straightened line and was doing that long beep.
" Rachael. Rachael? Don't leave me now. Not you. Rachael!"
Her hospital bed was wheeled away. Leaving the RingliNg weeping, but a form of hatred in her eyes. Her sister now dead. She stormed out.
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Hard to say good bye
Ficção AdolescenteHave you ever thought about how hard it is to say good bye to someone who recently passed away? Well this and of many stories.
