Mrs Johnson's hand was entwined around her daughter's firmly. Anjola glanced at her mother, whose touch relayed a sense of dread to her system, the poor woman looked as though she had just encountered a ghost. Her chocolate skin was pale, the melanin had dried up completely. Similar to Diane's.
The thought of everything that happened over the short time frame made anxiety flow freely in her veins and rent free in her tender mind. Anjola couldn't think straight, she chanted her internal mantra, repeatedly.
Melody can't die, she won't die.
Mrs Martins appeared the most disturbed amongst the three present. She went after every nurse and doctor that graced the corridor, eagerly questioning if her daughter was going be okay. She couldn't be blamed, it was her daughter's life that hung by a thread; fighting for survival for her many un-lived years.
Moments later, a tall dark man dressed in the hospital's uniform egressed a room along the numerous doors lined up in the chilly corridor. He strode towards the paranoid group of women and child.
His face held an unreadable expression. That sign increased the tension and tightened the atmosphere. He requested for Melody's parents in a gruff voice, which had an underlying tone behind it. Mrs Martins, being the only parent present, followed the tall doctor into another room.
Diane could hear her heart beat behind the walls of her chest even though she paid less attention to it. The demeanor of the doctor had her questioning in her mind if everything was alright. This curiosity moved her to question her mother.
"Mum? Is she okay?"
The perturbed woman stared back at her with a worried smile. She assured the little girl that Melody was fine, but Anjola knew deep down that she wasn't, but had to believe she was going to be. That Melody would be alright.
The disturbed girl shuffled between seating and standing, ardently awaiting the outcome of whatever news the doctor had to share with Melody's mother.
"You murderer! You killed my only child! You're gonna pay!" Mrs Martins screamed the minute she stepped out of the adjacent room. A puzzled look instantly appeared on Mrs Johnson's features as she tried her best to digest all Mrs Martins had ranted.
"If I ever lay my hands on you, I will tear you into pieces!" The enraged woman hollered further. The pained expression in her eyes showed she wasn't joking about every word she uttered. Diane's mother quickly motioned to her feet, shielding her daughter from the grieving mother's wrath. Both women exchanged a few words before hospital staffs intervened, attempting to calm the situation.
The room where Melody had been rushed to hours earlier had it's door slightly opened, unveiling the interior of the room. The door was unimpeded after a nurse had brisked out to the scene both women created.
As always, curiosity got the better part of Diane and so, she peeked. There she noticed a little girl's body covered in white from the top of her head to the sole of her feet. She immediately understood what the scene meant; It was all the confirmation she needed that her best friend was dead.
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The Shadow's Toll
Teen FictionIt all started with a competition, an absent minded statement from an eleven year old and two families were placed at logger heads. Eleven year old Anjola couldn't seem to claim her innocence as the naive words she uttered in a video with her decea...
