goner//c.h.

chapter 12

i rushed to the hospital crying not knowing what was wrong with mom.

"wh-what's wrong with her?" i said crying into chase's chest.

"i-i don't know just something isn't good."

"what happened?" i sobbed.

"she just collapsed onto the floor so i called 911 and then they took her to
the hospital." he said driving out of the driveway to the hospital.

we drove a couple miles until we pulled into the hospital.

i ran out and went straight to the front desk.

"where is isabel hernandez?" i said a little louder then i should of.

"calm down. she's in room 22." the lady said clicking on her computer.

"thanks." i said running down the hall looking at the room numbers.

i burst into the room with tears streaming down my face.

"mo-mom." i sobbed with chase running behind me.

"i'll be fine." she said in a low groggily voice.

"wh-what's wrong."

"nothing, i'm fine."

"mom, your obviously not fine." chase chimed in.

"i just had a really bad anxiety attack and i just stopped breathing." she said.

"just? that's all? you could've died mom!" i said overwhelmed that she wouldn't want to tell us.

"why did she even have one?" i asked the doctor in the room.

"well the sheet says that she anxiety and depression and we believe that something has been bothering her and giving her severe anxiety attacks." he stated giving her some type of medication.

when was she even diagnosed with anxiety and depression?

then reality hit me like a bus, that's why she has been so distant. the only thing that didn't make sense is what she was thinking about.

"what's bothering you?" i asked calming down a little.

"your, your father. i miss him terribly. i just can't get past him leaving. i know you never really met him but we had something special." she said sniffling a little.

"i'll go find him." i said without emotion.

i don't hate him, i mean i never met the guy but he did walk out on us but mostly my mom when she had my brother and then me to take care of.

"when, how are you going to find him?" she asked.

"what's his name?" i replied.

"shawn hernandez." she said looking defeated.

"love you." i said kissing her head and ready to go find this asshole.
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i went straight to my computer and searched his name.

"shawn hernandez, finally caught the robber!"

"the killer, shawn hernandez!"

were some of many articles popping up.

i don't care if he has a criminal record, i'm finding him.

i searched his house number, found it.

7329 bridgeview lane, sierra iowa.

i called calum eager to find him.

"hey wanna go on a roadtrip?" i asked closing my computer.
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mood: listen to fly away and cry a river of my tears and then swim in it.