Tough Luck

Chapter One

Today my world came crashing down. When you think everything in your life is going nowhere but up, there's that one thing that has to go wrong. 3 hours ago I walked home to grab a school project I accidentally left at home earlier that morning. When I got to my street I saw several flashing emergency service vehicles surrounding my house. I ran closer to see that the front of my house had been blown to pieces. I ran inside despite everyone around me yelling at me to "stop". 

 "MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Nothing. I ran up stairs and yelled the same thing, again getting no answer. By this stage a police officer had come after me. 

 "Miss i'm sorry but your parents are not here." He said apologetic

 "WHERE ARE THEY THEN" I shouted anxiously. "WHAT HAPPENED?"

 "We don't know at this stage." He replied sympathetically. "Your parents have been rushed to hospital. They are in a very critical condition." 

 "Wha- ca- I need to go to them!" I yelled

 "Of course. I will arrange for someone to take you to the hospital immediately." He replied.

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I sit anxiously in the waiting room waiting to hear if my parents are still alive. As minutes turn into hours I can't help but think of the worst possible outcome. If my parents die I don't think i'll be able to handle it. I've always been extremely close with my parents. Losing them would surely destroy me.

"Miss Jacobson?" I hear a man call

I look up to see a tall man with dirty blond hair in a white doctors coat looking down at me with an uneasy expression. I stand immediately at walk over to him.

"Are they ok? When can I see them?" I ask demandingly. I have had enough of helplessly waiting around!

"Your father is in a medically induced coma. During the explosion he hit his head very hard. He injured is spinal chord and the only way to keep him alive is to keep him in the coma until the swelling goes down." He answers flatly 

"What happens if the swelling doesn't go down?" I asked anxiously

"If that happens we will have no choice but to take him out of the coma and-" He says dryly

"AND WHAT?" I ask furiously 

"And let him pass away" He replies nervously "I assure you that we are doing everything we can to help him get through this." 

I am left speechless at his words. Processing all of this is too much to handle.

"What about my Mom?" I ask wearily. He stays silent avoiding eye contact we me as I wait impatiently for an answer. "WHAT ABOUT MY MOM!" I Yell again

"Ahh-um-. I'm s-sorry but your M-mother didn't make it through the surgery." He stutters in reply.

I stare blankly up at him unsure if I heard correctly. My heart sinks into my chest as I begin to run for the exit.

"I'm so sorry" Is all I hear him say as I bolt off. As soon as i'm out of the hospital I find myself running in the the direction of the town park. At this point I am crying ecstatically. My mental state has just been torn to a thousand pieces. It's as if someone has come up to me and ripped my heart straight out my chest. Nothing can compare to the trauma I feel right now. As I pass an abundance of retail stores and cafes, memories of countless shopping sprees and lunch dates with my Mom spring to mind only causing me to cry ever so more dramatically. I can barely see where I am going through my tears, the stars and a few street lights being my only guide. I make to an old oak tree in the middle of the town park before everything goes black. The last thing I remember is a silhouette racing towards me.