Back Together ~ pt 4

❤︎︎ Thirteen ❤︎︎

I thought it was gonna be the best night of my life. It was until we came home. I walked in just after dad and it was like a literal horror movie. Mum was unconscious in a pool of her own blood with a knife stabbed in her... she wasn't breathing either... we took her straight to the hospital and she was put on life support. They managed to get her breathing again but she was in a coma... I had to see my own mother in that state... fighting for her life... I couldn't breathe in that hospital room. I instantly started hyperventilating at the sight of her. I ended up on the floor in dads arms. He was stroking my hair and holding my hand as I struggled to breathe. My mascara was all down my face and my false lashes were hanging on by a thread. My hair went all frizzy and I was a mess. The last thing I heard from dad was "Shh... it's okay, baby girl. Mummy's going to be fine" before everything went black. I woke up in his arms but I had one of those blood pressure machines on my arm and a heart rate monitor on my finger. Dad looked down at me and continued to stroke my hair. "Shh... it's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here" he said. I looked around and saw the nurses around me and then I looked back at mum's hospital bed and started hyperventilating again. My anxiety was going through the roof. My heart rate went up to 140.

"she's gonna die... mum's gonna die... she's gonna die... she's gonna die..." I said while still hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe.

"Shh... slow down, sweetheart. You're okay" he said. I couldn't slow down. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel my body. I started scratching my wrists but dad moved my hands. "Liliana, look at me. You don't need to hurt yourself. Breathe with me. In... out..." he said. I couldn't. My breathing had gotten too bad. I couldn't control it even if I wanted to. "Please, Liliana. You can't leave us. You can't give up. You're strong, I know you are. Focus on your breathing, baby girl. In... out..." he said. I couldn't breathe at all. I passed out again in his arms. When I woke up 10 minutes later dad was rocking me. He had moved to the corner of the room. He had me laying in his arms with one arm under my neck with his hand on my arm and the other arm under my legs with his hand meeting his other hand as he rocked me. He was literally holding and rocking me like I was a baby again... I can't lie when I say that it did give me some comfort... it made me feel closer to him... sometimes I wished I was still a baby. Still naive and had no idea what was going on. Still babbling about something random in baby language. Being a baby is the easiest part of life. You just have everything given to you while you sleep. Sleep, eat, shit, babble, repeat. Later that night dad fell asleep in the chair next to mum's bed. I couldn't sleep. 1. Because of my anxiety and 2. Because of my dress. It was impossible to sleep in it. We hadn't had a chance to go back home so we were still in the same clothes we were in when we went to the daddy-daughter dance. I wished we never fucking went to that dance. I grabbed my vape and phone and went outside. I found a smoking area and sat on the stairs in the area while looking up at the stars. Mum always loved stars. She gave me her star necklace on my 13th birthday. It was one of her old necklaces. It was a star outline with diamonds on the outline. As I said; she loved stars. I vaped for a bit before feeling someone sit next to me. Dad. "Hey, sweetheart. Can't sleep?" He said

"nope... plus I can't sleep in this dress... I know I said I'd cut down on vaping because I'm 13 but I can't right now... not while mum is unconscious and on life support... it's too stressful..."

"Don't worry, I get it. I know it's hard, baby girl" he said as he took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders as we both looked up at the stars.

"i just wish mum was sitting next to us looking at the stars... but instead she's fighting for her life because someone broke in and stabbed her... I wish we never went to that stupid daddy-daughter dance... she wouldn't be fighting her life right now if we were home..."

"I wish we didn't go either, baby girl. But we can't change the past"

"thing is I'm even more scared because there's more stars tonight... and stars were mum's favourite thing... and usually people say that there are more stars and they shine brighter when another soul has joined them and I'm scared that mum's joined them... I don't want her to join them yet... I want her to stay here to look at the stars... not be a part of them..."

"Sweetheart, your mother isn't gone. She's fighting, and we have to believe that she'll pull through"

"but we have such shit luck..."

"We do, but sometimes the worst luck can lead to the best stories. Maybe this will be one of them. Your mother is a fighter, and so are you"

"I just want mum... dad... I want my mummy..." I said before bursting into tears in his arms.

"I know, baby girl. I miss her too. But we have to be strong for each other. Maybe if we make a wish together, it'll help bring your mummy back home soon"

"we can't just make a wish on the stars... it has to be like a shooting star or something..."

"Well, we can try. Keep your eyes peeled for a shooting star and make a wish with all your heart" he said. The second he said that; a shooting star appeared. "Now's your chance, baby girl. Make that wish and believe in it" he said. We both closed our eyes and made the biggest wishes of our lives. A wish that mum would come out of this coma.

"she better come out of this alive..."

"She will. I promise you, she will"