"Okay girls, good job. You're done, boys let's go!" My dance teacher says.
I walk to the back and get my stuff. I take big gulps of my water and control my breathing.
"Recital in three days." Abby says.
"Can't wait." I smile.
I text my mom and tell her I'm done. She comes to get me since I only have my permit.
Minutes pass and I text her again. I walk over to a chair and sit down next to a few other dancers, and I watch the boys hip hop class.
I try calling the phone but there's no answer.
"Are you sure you don't need a ride home?" Abby asks as picks up her bag.
"I'm sure, she's probably grocery shopping." I assure her.
Half and hour passes and she's still not here. My phone rings, it's her.
"Hey, where are you?" I ask into the phone.
"Hello?" A strange voice asks.
"Uh, who's this?" I ask.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Um, Brooke."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen." I say slowly.
"Can you drive?"
"I only have a permit.." I say
"What relation do you have to Penny Wilson?"
"Who is this?" I ask, scared.
"This is the police, who is penny Wilson to you?"
"..that's my mom." I say, starting to breathe heavy.
"We found your mom passed out a Pathmark, is there anyone we can call who can come over here?"
"M-my dad."
I give them the number and the line goes dead.
I immediately start breathing heavy, my eyes well up and the room is spinning. The other dancers start to stare. I dash into the office and cry to my dance teacher.
"Celeste," I barley make out. "S-something's happened to my m-mom." I cry.
"What happened?" She hugs me.
"Police...called me.... Mom passed out.." I sob.
"Brooke. Do you need a ride home?" Celeste asks me.
"No.." I say silently. "I got one."
It's seven thirty and I'm still at the studio. I have no news about my mother, and I'm completely drained.
Someone walks into the studio, and looks at me.
"You ready?" Harry asks.
"Yeah." I say, my voice small. "Thank you Celeste, for everything." I say hugging her.
"You're so welcome, I love you brooke." She says.
"I love you too."
The car ride home is silent.
"Are you okay?" Harry asks.
"No." I say. I rest my head on my hands and start to silently cry. My phone rings and harry turns his music down.
"What's up dad?"
"Brooke. Come to St Mikes hospital." He hangs up.
My breathing hitches.
"Harry go to st mikes hospital, now." I say panicking,
"What happe-"
"Go!"
I rush out of Harrys car and into the hospital, harry following behind. My mom is In a special part of a hospital, so we head there. My entire family is in the hallway. We probably shouldn't be in the hallway but we already filled the waiting room.
"Brooke.." My aunt says.
"What's happening..?" I say walking closer to her.
"Your mom.. She's not doing to well honey."
I look around the hallway, not one person is wearing a smile.
I walk over to my dad, looking the worst of all.
"What happened to mom?" I say.
He licks his lips and I can tell he's holding back tears. "Mommy, had a brain aneurysm, a really bad one."
I turn around to see a pale Harry.
My body goes weak and I drop to the floor.
"Brooke!" Harry screams dropping down to me.
I can't bring myself to speak, I can't breathe.
Harry tries to pull me up but it's no use.
"Anxiety attack." My dad says pulling me up. I find my strength, barley enough to keep me up.
An hour passes and I stand talking to my family.
"So are y'all dating?" My uncle asks, looking and harry and I.
My face turns bright pink. "No, just close friends."
"That's how it starts." My uncle laughs.
"I like your family." Harry teases. I shove his arm.
Suddenly, my sister runs out of the room and runs to my aunt. Her hands are covering her mouth and her face is bright pink.
"She's gone! Oh I knew this would happen, I didn't think it'd be so soon!" She sobs.
My eyes widen as the realization hits me.
My mother just died.
A loud scream emits from my mouth as I once again drop to the floor. This time my family tries picking me up, but again, it's no use. I'm not coming up.
I loudly scream and the tears flow like a river. I can't stop it.
Harrys arms pick me up slightly off the floor and he sits on the ground, leaning on the wall. He holds me tightly as I cry into his chest, staining his white shirt.
"Im so sorry." He chokes as he rubs my back. "So sorry." He says as he exhales.
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A/N: I put two flashbacks together. So it's three flashbacks not four. On the other hand, this did happen to me and it was painful to write it but, it kinda relived some stress. Chapter one is next !
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