Electrica

Chapter 3

The next two days were a blur. I was in and out of surgeries and could only see my mom for a hour at a time because my heart rate would go up so high talking about my dad to her and my older sister, Emma. She's 6 years older then me. (23, I'm 17)

Oh, and I forgot to  mention. All-state track star, 1st place medalist in the 3200 ( 2 mile)  4 years in a row, now has two severely broken legs.

I wasn't told how long I have to keep the casts on though. I don't want to know. I don't want someone to confirm my suspicions; I will miss my senior year cross country season.

I'm just so mad. Normally when I'm this mad I go running. 5, sometimes 6 miles when I'm furious.  All I can do now is picture the route that I take. Down Sunset road to Lake Street and around the bike path there. I run, ran,  through the forest and near the lake. It was so pretty in the spring, with all the flowers blooming.

I closed my eyes and started my jog. I just started by the forest when I fell asleep.

******Four hours later******

"C'mon Sarah. Time for dinner. Mmm, strawberry chicken salad, your favorite," I hear my mom coax me out of my slumber. I could smell all of the fresh ingredients. "I told chef here that it was your favorite "after meet" dinner," she says in a hushed voice. 

A single tear fell out of my eyes. That's right. It is my favorite. I didn't get to have any after the meet because... well, you know. I take the bowl from my mothers cold hands.

"Mom, are you okay?" I ask while taking a bite.

"Just dandy sweetheart," she says as she sits down. She places her hand on my cheek and wipes away the tear. "Just dandy," she repeats looking into the distance with her faraway eyes.

If I were her I would also want to be far away. Far away from this hospital. Far away from the dreaded intersection of Lake st.  and Sunnyside ave. Far away from this situation. Far away from these casts. Far away from ...Far away from ...from...Joey Smith.

Although I don't want to blame him, I have no choice. He was texting while driving. He killed my father. He should've been paying attention. Oh the irony. Do you know what the text was? It was to me, asking if I wanted to do something later. If I had my phone I would've said," Gee, I would love  to, but I can't. I'm in the hospital with two broken legs. ttyl! :)"  It's truly such a shame. I was starting to like him, too. Though, I don't know if it's proper for me to like him now. I want to ask Emma but I don't want her telling mom. Should I?

I ponder this question while I eat my salad. My mom's still here so I ask her If Emma is available. She nods and drifts out of the room like a ghost.  She's looked like one ever since the crash. She only received a minor concussion. She's okay now but I'm still worried. She always seems so distant. Her complexion is so white and lifeless.

Emma comes in and sits on the bed, looking  a lot better then our mother. Still sad, but at least I can talk to her.

"You called?"

"Yeah. I have to talk to you about something. But you have to promise not to tell mom."

"It's not like you can tell her anything nowadays." She replies.

Okay here it goes... "I have a crush, well used  to have a crush, on Joey Smith-"

"The guy who crashed into you guys?" she says surprisingly fast.

"Yah, umm, what do I do? I really liked him, should I still? Is that weird? "

She thinks for a while. "Well, if he doesn't go to jail I guess you can."

We laugh.

That's what I needed to do. Just laugh. Laugh about something only mildly funny or hilarious. It doesn't matter. I need to laugh.

"Do you think he'll go to jail?" I ask seriously again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE***

 Hey! So #cliffhanger Lol

I ran into some writers block in the middle so umm hopefully it's not to boring.

kinda short oh well....

I might update tomorrow...

-Lydia ;)