Hey guys. So this is actually a story i had to do for english. I just want to see ifenybody else likes it.
Fuzzy.
So, Enjoy.
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Coming Home
RING…
RING…
RING…
RI-
“Hello?”
“Jess, oh god. It’s dad, please, you have to come home.” I tense at the tremble of my sister’s voice as what she just said clicks.
“What happened?” I demand.
“Car…last night…drunk…dad…hospital.” Her sobbing made her words mixed and jumbled. From the words I can pick out I stand frozen. Not breathing. Blinking.
I snap out of it when I hear another sob from the phone and my name in a strangled call.
“I, I’m here” my voice quietly passes through my trembling lips.
“Please, We need you…mum needs you…dad…”
“I’m coming. I got to go pack. Love you Elle.” I hang up slamming the phone on the counter, and running into my room. When I finished high school I jumped at the chance to go to the furthest college away from my country town Cooke with the ever so big population of 642. Yeah, when I got my acceptance for New York my bags were already packed.
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“Miss…Miss…Plane has landed…Miss”
I jolt awake, eyes blinking blindly, Where am I?... then it comes back. I look at the flight attendant, and give a small forced smile.
“Thank you”
I get up and rush off the plane, freezing air blasting my body, making me shiver. I head over and grab my bags from the terminal and manoeuver through the throng of people toward the front of the airport.
I see her before she sees me. Standing at the back of the crowd, her eyes blistering red and puffy; a sign she had been crying a lot. Her natural golden blond hair is now replaced with dull mop and skin pale white, as if she’d seen a ghost.
Running over I embrace her in a fierce hug, making her stumble.
“Hey Elle, I’m here, I’m home.” I whisper in her ear and she sobs holding onto me as we walk to her car, to go straight to the hospital.
The drive was silent, both of us worrying about dad. After signing in at the nurse’s desk we were lead up to him. we are being lead down a blinding white corridor I feel as though I’m on autopilot and the only thing I see is a seemingly never ending hall. The strong scent of antiseptic and cleaning detergents invading my nose.my palms are getting sweaty and I feel as though every step I take is being weighed down, like walking through thick mud. Finally reaching the destination I pause, my body feels like it has just turn to lead. Taking a deep unsteady breath, I didn’t know what to expect, but what I did see brought tears to my eyes. He looked so helpless and fragile lying still on the bed, his face all bruised and with a few cuts, and bandages cover his arms. He was hooked up to all different tubes and wires helping him to breath.
Looking away from him I saw my mother asleep in a recliner beside him, head on her arms, greying dark brown hair falling over her face, hair like mine. Walking over to her I place my hand on her shoulder and rub her back, gently waking her.
“Hey mum.” I whisper to her.
Realisation flashed across her face and she leapt up embracing me in a warm hug, smelling of lavender and reminding me of home.
“You’re here.” She whispered in my hair.
After what felt like hours she let me go and we sat around dad’s bed talking about his diagnosis the doctors thought he would not make it. My mother, sister and I sat around him talking, sharing memories and tears into the early hours of the morning.
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Looking around I was in a field covered in flowers of many colours. I remember my family coming here for picnics when Elle and I were children, nothing had changed.
“Jess.” I heard a familiar masculine voice behind me.
I turned around as quick as lighting and saw him, standing in worn jeans and a button up white shirt, short greying light brown hair. A pair of electric green eyes, a copy of my own, stared back at me as I snapped out of my shock and ran to embrace my father. His strong armed encased around me, smelling of tobacco and mint.
“You have to be strong, my little muskrat. For your mother and sister.” he told me pulling back to stare into my eyes, Using my child hood name broke the flood gate as the tears began to leak.
“You can’t leave me dad, I couldn’t bare life without you.” I begged in a broken voice, tears streaming from my eyes.
“You must, little one. It’s time for me to move on, and wait for your mother to be reunited with me in years to come. I love you Jesse, your sister Elle, and your mother. Promise me you will be strong.”
“Promise me.” His voice fading into nothing.
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Waking up with a start, and taking in my surroundings, I realised in was in the hospital room still. Looking over my mother and sister still sleeping, I rise and walk to my dad. I know he is gone, and I must be strong for my family. I lean over and kiss his cold forehead, and whisper.
“I promise daddy.”
