Last match

Three

'I'm royally fucked '
I thought staring through the glass of the door  to mom's room, i watched as the Doctors checked her vitals. We were at the hospital. The paramedics had been able to stabilize her on the way here, as of now she was peacefully resting in her bed attached to multiple tubes. I stayed outside of the room, I was pacing back and forth between the thin hallways, the dr who was treating mom had broken the news to me, she needed a heart transplant. She was at the top of the list with the organ already available, and the sooner she was to have the surgery, the better the results would be.

  He went over the pricing, and i nearly choked when I heard how expensive it would be, the cost was way more than I'd anticipated, this would take us straight back to square one, we'll be back into debt.

"ill have to book more fights" my headache came back full force, causing the annoying throbbing behind my left eyelid to come back,I press the back of my head against the wall, hoping the pressure would take away the thumping feeling radiating from my skull, that was rapidly worsening by the second.

"Celeste?" I was met with cloudy blue eyes. A scowl formed on my face with the realization of who it was, it was none other than our neighbor, Cathy Bates.

"what are you doing here Cathy" I seethed, she was a deceitful, bitter older lady who had no life.

" I saw you and your mom get into an ambulance, and drove over to make sure everything was ok" she says with a fake concerned look on her face.

If it was anyone else I would've believed they came out of the kindness of their heart, but it wasn't anyone else it was HER. The hate that runs through my veins for just this one person, was immeasurable , I had a valid reason to hate her aswell.

Two years ago... when mom first got sick Cathy helped us with simple things,such as helping around the house, and taking mom to her appointments.we thought she was just really nice but she was secretly posting her "kind acts" desperate to get praise online from  her Facebook friends.
That part I didn't care about either way it was a helping pair of hands what really turned me to hate her is when she found out about the illegal activities I partook in to raise money for mom she threatened to out my secret. She made a deal, she keep my secret a secret and I give her a portion of my winnings, at the time it felt like making a deal with the devil.

"Will she be ok?" Cathy asks while looking at mom I ignored her hoping should would get the hint and leave, however she stayed by my side, I took my sunglasses off running my hands against my face in annoyance.

"DID YOU LOSE" She yelled, I covered her mouth the scene earning us weird looks from the doctors.

"Shut the fuck up I didn't lose you'll get your money" I whispered with my hands still covering her lips.she nods her head and pull my hands away.

"I just did my makeup it would be better if you didn't put your dirty hands on my face." I take a deep breath as to not get kicked out of the hospital.

"Just leave" I mumbled before leaving the warns me to have her money ready when she gets home to which I just give her a hard stare to. I couldn't wait until we can move far away from that bitch.

I'm a horrible daughter'

After stalling,I finally decided to walk into the room instead of staying in the halls the beeping of the machines hit my ears the moment the door opened. I sat in one of the chairs next to mom's bed where she laid. Her skin was pale, and she somehow managed to look sicker than when she was first brought here, she's practically on her death bed, and it's all my fault I couldn't take the guilt, I did the best thing I knew to do.
I stormed out the room, I was angry at Cathy , at the world, and most importantly myself.

'i need fresh air' I left the hospital with no destination planned out. I just wanted to clear my mind. Every thought I had was so loud inside of the hospital i was becoming claustrophobic being in that environment. I walked through some neighborhoods and highways, somewhere along the way my walking turned to running.I ran for so long that the evening turned to night, the sky was now pitch black. Though I needed to catch my breath, that wasn't what stopped me, what stopped me was the throbbing in my leg. My adrenaline wore off, and now I could feel every bruise that I sported from last night. There was a tree across the street from where I stood. I limped over to it, and sat in the grass, leaning my back against the oak

'what did I do to deserve this'