Maybe...?

CHAPTER 7

When we arrive home, I take my grandma to her bedroom, aiming myself to not cry.

"Grannie. Lay here a little bit, I'm sure you'll feel better later."

"I don't want sleep. I want to talk to my daughter." She says, childish.

I remember that she and my mother had a routine.

My mother said that she didn't want to make my grandmother feel lonely since my grandfather died, so she planned to drink tea and talk to her every day, at least an hour.

My mom is my role model.

"S-she's not here..." I tell her again, exhausted. "Not anymore." I help her to get on her bed.

"But... we have to talk. We need to talk." She says sadly.

I nod with my head, but I can't handle this.

I run out from the room, going directly to the backyard.

It's my favorite place.

There are beautiful flowers and a tiny bench where I sit right now.

I hold my face.

I'm done.

I think of what am I going to do now.

My grandmother is sick.

Totally sick.

I know she has something, like Alzheimer or similar.

I don't want to believe it, but it's too real, there are too many shreds of evidence.

She got lost.

She forgot my phone number.

She forgot that my parents are dead.

I'm afraid of waking up tomorrow and see that she also has forgotten me.

I'm trembling.

It's so cold outside that I feel my tears turning into ice.

I swallow.

I'm only 16 years old.

I don't have parents.

And my grandmother probably has Alzheimer.

Is it normal to feel this frustrated?

I observe the grey sky, the grey clouds that cover it.

It's going to rain.

Definitely.

Without expecting it, my phone rings inside my coat pocket.

I'm not in the mood of answer it.

I wait until it stops.

I'm wondering what it would occur If I tell anyone that the only person that can maintain me is sick.

Would the authorities take me away from her?

I shiver.

My mind can't think about that.

She's the last precious treasure world gave to me.

I can't lose her.

And I won't.

Suddenly, the phone rings again.

I roll my eyes, finally picking up it.

"Yeah?" I didn't see who it was.

"Hmm, Hi, I'm Aiden." HIS VOICE.

My heart is pounding madly.

Why is he calling me?

"H-hi." The words don't come out from my mouth.

"Well, you left your Literature book in class and there's homework for tomorrow so I thought that you would need it."

"Oh. Damn it..."

"I could give it to you this evening If you want." He suggests.

"Oh gosh, that would be awesome, but, crap, I can't go out. I'm busy..." I can't leave her alone.

"Oh don't worry then... I'm near your neighborhood right now so I can go to your house and hand it to you."
AIDEN?

IN MY HOUSE?

NOW?

WITH ME CRYING LIKE A BABY?

OH, HAHA.

IMPOSSIBLE.

"No no no... it's okay, I can tell the teacher that I couldn't do the homework, I don't mind." I get nervous.

"No please. You're a great student, I can't let you do that. I'm in your neighborhood but I don't know which one is your house." He seems to be walking, I hear his breath through the phone.

I get on my feet, trying not to panic.

"Em... my house is the higher one, with the white fence," I tell him.

"Oh, okay... but that's a bit general, all these houses have white fences."

"Uhm yes. Well, I can go out and look for you." I propose, without any enthusiasm.

"That would be the best." He says firmly.

I hang out.

I brush my hair and clean the tears off my face.

I go out, looking around If I can see him.

Nothing on the left.

Nothing on the right.

At the end, I notice a black point far away, walking towards.

He's coming.

I can do this.

I distinguish his clothes.

I can do this.

I distinguish his hair.

I can do this.

I distinguish his smile.

I can't.