The Life Of A Victim

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I feel the tears start to build up, I check her pulse, nothing. My mother is gone. I reach for the phone and called John, “Hello?” his cheery voice answered, “John, my mom is dead, I just now found her on the floor as I got home,” “Oh my God, I’ll be there in a little bit, call the police” I hung up and called the cops, “911, what’s your emergency?” the operator answered “I walked home and I found my mom dead in her room, please send help” “Are you sure she’s dead?” the operator asked, “Yes I checked her pulse and there was nothing she’s as pale as a sheet of paper, please help” I cried, “Okay, what’s your name, miss?” the operator asked, “Grace, Grace Raynott” I said, trying to calm down, “Okay, Grace, try to calm down and stay on the line with me okay?” “Okay,” I agreed with the operator, “Now, Grace what’s your address?” “6635 North Park Way,” I said, trying to not cry, “Okay we are sending an ambulance over right away” “Okay, thank you” I hung up.

John came as the ambulance later showed up, carrying my mom on a stretcher. John was giving me a hug, reassuring me everything is going to be okay, “Shh, it’s going to be okay, she’ll be okay” My tears were covering his whole shoulder and I just couldn’t stop crying, “What if she won’t”, “She will” he said calmly.

We drove to the hospital and sat in the lobby while we wait for them to run tests and do medical stuff. One of the doctors walk back to us, “Ms. Raynott, I’m sorry, but your mother is dead, there’s nothing we can do” The words felt like a stab of sorrow I wish to never happen. I collapsed into John’s arms as he rubbed my back, trying to calm me down “Can I at least see her?” I request, “Alright then” the doctor answered after debating with himself. We walk to her room and her body is lifeless, eyes closed, pale skin, dead. The tears started to fall even more, John holding me up so I don’t fall.

John let me stay the night since I had nowhere else to go, the crying stopped, but the pain lingered. I was sitting on the bathroom floor, curled up in a ball, “Hey” he said, sitting by me, and trying to make me feel better, “It’s okay, she’s in a better place and she is okay now” “I know” I said, not really sure if she is okay, “I’m tired” I said, walking to the guest room, wanting to be alone, “Where are you going?” he questioned, “To bed,” I say, walking in the hallway, he grabs my hand, “Please stay?” he asked, I reluctantly agreed and slept in his bed again. The nightmares came back, but they weren’t nightmares of John dying or Katelyn chasing me. This time, it was seeing my mother’s lifeless body, the image replaying in my head. I didn’t wake up screaming or sweating, I just woke up and refused to go back to sleep. I lay there, curled in the fetal position, trying to sleep, but I couldn’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see her corpse, lying there.