The Truth About Nora Jones

The death

See you, I better get going, bye! I scream to my parents as I jump out of the window

I'm stupid. I know. There's something off with Jules, and I must go to the hospital. I slowly approach the floor, and I regret acting so impulsively. Closing my eyes for the upcoming, I feel my stomach twist as I keep running in the streets, out of breath.

I'm bleeding. My knee has been scratched by the asphalt of the house entrance. I don't care. I keep sprinting as if my life was worth it, I'm exhausted, but I don't let go. My heart seems to explode out of my chest when I hear a car almost bumping into me, but I hold on.

My legs hurt, but I don't care at all. Phew, the hospital is right there, across the street!

"Shit" I think to myself as I notice the huge traffic down there.

Alright, I'm crazy and I know it. That's what they like. I wait until the cars stop at the red light, and I pass on the pedestrian road. I look crazy and wild, as I step closer and closer to the hospital.

My hair in a mess and my breathing still heavy, I push the emergency door at the hospital and speak loudly:

I want to see Anastasia Taylor! I claim, probably looking like a maniac

People stare at me like I'm so crazy, but one doctor nods and leads me to Anastasia. "I made it, I'm actually right here" I think to myself as I try to follow the pace.

So, what's your relationship link with that woman, sweetie? Asks the doctor

It's my boyfriend's aunt or mother or I dunno...and please don't call me sweetie, I hate that, I feel like a child, please call me Nora...I respond

She chuckles and shrugs, as we get closer to Anastasia's emergency room.

Okay, Nora. You can call me Doctor Jenkins. Ms Jenkins tells me as I step in the room

She leaves me in the room, as I take a deep breath. Alright, I see Anastasia. Jules told me it was the name of the person, but i have no idea who it is. Hoping for Jules to come over for some reason, I wait in silence.

I watch the body, seemingly dead. Her eyes are closed, but she has soft curly hair curled up around her face, with silver earrings and a mid-adult years appearance. My heart stops when I notice the similarity with Jules.

Is he coming? No idea, I dunno what I could be here for, then. The door opens behind me, and I turn around, just to see Jules looking unhappy. I frown, concerned, as he hugs me with huge sobs. I notice his eyes are all puffy and red, it looks like he cried.

I watch him then the woman on the bed, then I freeze and notice something. That's Jules's mother, dead in a hospital bed.

***

Thanks for coming. I didn't want to be a burden, you know...he says, sniffing a little as he looks away

I can't help but feel broken again, my throat is feeling rough.

His mother just died, and so did mine. I'm hiding back my tears as I clear my throat and look at him sadly.

You're not a burden. You should've told me earlier. I would've understood you better.... I reassure him as I pat his shoulder

Jules sniffles and looks up at me with admiration.

You can't understand...Nobody of your family died. He retorts softly as he suddenly finds the floor remarkably interesting

My eyes narrow, as I look back at him, a little angry. Didn't he know my mother died actually? Crossing my arms over my chest, I frown.

Really? How could you know that? You wondered how I looked so troubled when I saw your mother in that state, huh? Well, it's because she reminds me of the mother I lost when I was about 4 years old.

Jules looks at me wide eye, not expecting this at all...He sobs a little and pats my back with a hurt expression.

I'm sorry, Nora, I should've known. I was too scared for my mother; I wasn't paying attention to you, lately...he comments sadly, staring down at the floor as he rubs his eyes

Within my hurt expression, I can feel my face softening slightly.

It's not your fault, Jules. Trust me, I know how it feels; you don't want to talk to anyone about it, and the simple thought of your close one dying makes you even more depressed. I'm sorry if I got the message wrong, I just didn't mean to be a burden, since I didn't know what you were going through.

Jules sniffles again and snickers, not daring to look back up at me, his eyes wandering around the hospital room.

Sorry...he sobs as he replaces his messy hair

It's fine, I sigh, I just wish I knew you better than that...

Hugs and reassuring sayings go on, as the situation slowly repairs our broken hearts.