Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

Mason Connor

Have you ever heard of the last good day? It seemed so perfect. School was great. Just hanging out with the team. Had a baseball game which we won. Eating pizza with the guys who always have my back. It was great. Anyways, the theory of the last good day is that it is all perfect up until it shatters. Everything evens out in the end. Every up has an equally impactful down. Sir Isaac Newton explains it the best when he claimed," What goes up, must go down." That's not what scares me about his theory. What scares me is that eventually there will come a time when not everything that goes down can come back up.

That night at 11:45 pm, my mom got a phone call from the hospital. When she picked up the phone and put it to her ear, she put her hand over her mouth and started to cry. I knew that something was wrong but I didn't know what. All my mom said was that we needed to go. She frantically packed up her purse and coat. She grabbed a blanket and her car keys and then we drove to the hospital. On the drive, she explained that they had found a missing person whovaguely matched the description of Ava. They wanted us to go and identify the body. That is all she said. I was in shock. I didn't cry or feel anything at all. I want sure how to feel.

When we arrived at the hospital, they ushered us in to see her. When I walked up to the glass, the tears started to run down my face. I saw her hooked up to the ventilators and I could tell she was barely holding on. All I wanted to do was go in, hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted to tell her that she was safe and that I was sorry for not saving her.
The doctor was explaining her injuries to us, saying that she has been beaten, tortured and shot. She had a broken leg, some broken ribs, multiple lacerations on her back as if she had been whipped, but their biggest concern was that the bullet had pierced her lung and it was slowly filling up with blood. Plus she was beaten into a coma. The doctor didn't seem to have much hope for her. He told us that we should prepare ourselves for what could happen.

We sat in the waiting room, just waiting. It has been the twenty hours at least, waiting for the doctors to get her stable. Somehow word had already spread through the school, and after my paper for Mrs.Brook's class was posted, my team showed up for support. I never realized how much support my family had. The guys stayed in the waiting even after the doctors had announced her stable. My mom and I went in to see her, knowing that if anything happened, we had support.

We sat in her room looking at her. Hoping and praying that she will make it through this. I felt so helpless, I couldn't do anything to help her. Every hour or so, one of my friends stopped by to see how we were doing. Just knowing that we are not alone in all of this, takes some of the weight off of our shoulders.

I sit next to her bed and gently grab her hand. I hold it for a long time before I could get any words out. I tell her that I am here. I tell her that she is safe. I beg her to wake up. I tell her I will never leave her again. I sit there for hours just wishing she would open her eyes. Then I felt her hand slowly wrap around mine. My mom runs to grab a doctor. Ava's eyes are slowly starting to open. I can hear her trying to fight the ventilator, to breathe. The doctors rush in and sedate her so they could get the ventilator out.

She is stable, breathing on her own. The repairs made to her lungs seem to be holding. Now she is asleep. I don't even know if she will remember me. Maybe she will be angry at me for not protecting her after I promised I would. Maybe there will be no more relationship or friendship anymore. I don't know what is going to happen but I have to be there for her.

I just feel like rain keeps on falling on us, harder and harder. When will this storm let up. At some point the sun has to shine again. Right?