Past Regrets

Chapter 4 Why cant i leave?

Nightmeres pov,
I continued to sit up in the bed after the police lady left the room with her crew of people but I could hear a crowd rioting out side my door as the security guards tried to push people away.
"We need to see our daughter!" I heard my parents say in unison.
"I am sorry but this patient isn't stable enough for visiting yet." I chuckled to myself at the word unstable and how silly it sounds.
"Bull shit! My sister only fainted, she wasn't even injured!" I heard Tracy cuss a few more times before the security finally let my family in. one by one I got malled and harassed by them as if I was on death row.
"Can I leave now?" My mother looked down and shook her head once she stopped squeezing the life out of me.
"No,the security guard said you can't leave until you hormone levels are back to normal..." I sighed and shooed my family away, not wanting anything to do with them at them moment. it wasn't but a couple minutes later that the one person that I thought I wouldn't see arrive, arrived. Gordon... Gordon wandered into the room calmly. I quickly sat up in bed and clenched the bed sheets as Gordon sat down at the end of the bed.
~flash back~
"Get a your grimy hands of my brother you witch! You did this to him, you pushed him in to the road!"
~end of flash back~
I jerked of the bed and backed up against the closest wall to the bed and watched as Gordon looked up at me with his eyes glossy with tears about to fall. his face contorted when he saw the fear on my face then he quickly shifted his glare to the floor.
"Sh-shouldn't you be-" Gordon cut me off with a weak attempt at a monotone voice.
"He was cremated and buried early this morning... i wanted invite you so I could say sorry for saying those things yesterday but my parents didn't want the press at the burrell sight... I know you didn't push him, I don't know why I even said that... and about the witch thing... I'm really sorry..." I slid down the wall as the hot salty tears started pouring down my face again.
"No, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Gordon shook his head and let a tear fall.
"No, Night, it's my fault, he was supposed to be at an appointment yesterday but he insisted on coming to school to tell you something, so I begged my parents to cancel the appointment..." I tried to hold back tears as I continued to speak.
"T-tell me something? What did he want to tell me?" I Leaped to my feet and rushed over to my bed side to sit beside Gordon.
"He wanted to tell you... that he..." Gordon took a second to breathe as he painfully squeezed another tear out of his eye.