Becky's P.O.V
Finally we are home. And more importantly not stuck at the hospital. Were sitting in the living room of the house sitting on the couch watching Hannah Montana re runs with Jarle, Jessica, Rebecca, Fina, and Jacob. Bob is out shopping for groceries and won't be back for a while. The door bell rings throughout the house and I get up out of Matts arms to get it.
"Hi, ma'am I'm detective Marks, I'm looking for," he pauses looking down at a note book in his hands. "Fina, Jarle, and Becky... It says here that this us where they live."
"Fina! Jarle!" I call out to them and thy walk out of the living room together before stopping at the door behind me.
"Could you all step outside?" he asks
"Sure." we all at as we walk out the door before carefully closing it behind me.
"Bec? Who is this? And why are we outside it's freezing out here!" says Fina
"I'm detective Marks, I need to speak to the three of you, it's about your father." he says
"Bob is my uncle." I say
"Your uncle, there father." he says " we found his car totaled on the side of the road not to far from here, it looks pretty bad. Last I seen paramedics were putting him on a stretcher and loading him into the ambulance. I do know that he is unconscious but I did pull up his records on m computer and I found your names." he says
"I know you." Fina says "you were here about four years ago, to tell me the exact same thing about my mother. Only I got to the hospital to find that she had passed away!"
My heart sank right there and then. It was all my fault that Margret had died. If she didn't have to take to that stupid therapist appointment then she would still be alive! I will always blame my self for it..
"We need to get to the hospital." I say " I hope you don't mind but are going to have to ask you to leave."
"Of course not miss, goodbye, I hope everything is okay with your uncle. And your father." he looks at Fina and Jarle for the last part.
We go inside and I rush in to the living room and tell everyone whats happened and they all get up and walk to the front door slipping there shoes on a we pile into different cars all headed the same place. The hospital. The most dreadful place in the world.
We get there in record time and I go to the front desk as soon as I walk in an ask for the room number for my uncle. The lady at the desk tells me and everyone else fallows me to the elevators and we take two if them up the the third floor. Stepping out all at te same time I walk down the hall to the room he is in. I'm about to mock on the door when two nurses and a doctor come out of the room. They look at me with strange expressions.
"Can I go in there? Is he okay?" I ask them
"He is asleep at the moment. But when he is awake you may go in." the doctor says
"Okay thank you." I say before going to the chairs sitting along to hallway and plopping myself down on one of them.
*********THREE HOURS LATER*********
"Miss, he us ready to see you now." a nurse says sweetly to me
"Thank you." I say getting up and waking into the room that held my uncle.
"Bob, it's me. Becky, how are you feeling?" I ask him
"Like I got hit by a bus kid." he says "But I will be alright."
"Hey, I am not a kid!" I say
"I guess your right. Tour a young adult. Who has grown up so much, your parents would be so proud of you." he says
"You think so?" I ask
"I know so. You know why your parents named you Becky?" he asks
"No." I say "Why did they?"
"Because, your not a Rebecca, your more than a catch, your the package deal." he says
"Thanks." I say
He smiles at me and suddenly his heart rate picks up rapidly. I press the little red button on the wall to call for a nurse or the doctor but before they can get here the long beep fills my ears. And just like that right before my eyes, another family member gone. I freeze as every emotion possible creeps up and springs itself at me, love, hate, sadness, nervousness, sacredness, panic, fear, and then tears leaking out of my eyes as I start to cry.
*********A WEEK LATER*********
Siting down in the front row of the church ad the priest walks up front. Fina an Jarle on either side of me.
The priest goes to talk. "We are gathered here today, to honor the death of Bob Maccalion..." and that's when I blocked everything out. I have had enough death in my life, I really don't want to go through this again!
We watched as they burry him under the big maple tree along side Margret. And you can here the angles singing.
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The Silent LIfe Of Becky Jones
Підліткова літератураBecky Jones was three when she and her family got into a bad car acciedent. as if by miricale she is the only one who survives. since teh deaths of her mom, dad, and sister she hasnt spoken a single word. will she ever speak again?
