The Long Journey of Emily B. Harthwan

Needle and Thread

After we got back from the hospital, I went to go and visit Charlie, but he wasn't there, so I decided to wait until after dinner. I went to my room. It had green walls with a single pink stripe across it. It had music posters all around it, and a giant cork board filled with papers. There were glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, a bookshelf filled with books, and my bed, which had stuff shoved under it. I pulled out an old sewing set, and the pair of old jeans I was sewing together. It took a few times (not to mention a few jabs with the needle), but I began to remember the pattern. It was relaxing, to take my mind off of my brother, off of Charlie, off of my life.

After dinner, I went back to see Charlie. His mom answered the door. I asked her where Charlie was. "Oh, you don't know." she said. "Know what?" I asked concerned. "He's at the hospital, his surgery is tomorrow, and they want to make sure he's ready. Come on in, let's talk." Her house was nice and cozy. The couch was full of pillows with designs all over them. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked sweetly. I nodded politely. I've never been too good with adults. "So," she said. "What do you want to know" I shook my head. I just wanted to talk to Charlie that's it. "Well, I first want to thank you for donating those eyes. His face lit up when he found out." I smiled. He was the only person who could make me so that nowadays. "What are the chances of this going right?" I asked carefully. The last time I asked that, the answer was not what I wanted. Mrs. Enmos smile disappeared. "Ten percent" she said sadly I felt my breath get heavy. "Ten percent of it going right?" She sighed, and nodded. I felt my eyes turn red with tears. "I-I have to go." I said. I got up, without saying goodbye, and left.

When I got home I went to bed in my clothes, hoping I wouldn't wake up in the morning Just as I began to fall asleep, I heard the rhythmic beat of the rain on my window.