Hi my name is bre and I'm going to write about a regret/mistake in my life. I hope you guys enjoy my short story.
one day my grandma wanted to hang out with me and my little sister,but i didnt want to go because i didnt feel good.my grandma was mad at me thats atleast what i though.since i wasnt feeling well her and my sister went. we werent really worried because my grandma always brougfht my sister back late. we started to worry once it hit 6pm so we called my grandma and she didnt answer so we got even more worried because my grandma always andswered even if she was busy. so we let time pass by and said everything is fine maybe her phone was on silent and they went some were new. but then aroound 7pm my mom got a phone call from whykoff hospital stating that my grandma and sister were in critical condition and were in a car accident . we stood in our pajamas and rushed to the hospital. we had to wait in the waiting room. i bursted out in tears i felt like it was my fault maybe got into the accident because she was mad.maybe if i would of went it would of been ok.all of these diffrent thoughts went through my head.the doctor finally came in and told us that it really didnt look like my grandma was going to make it because their was to much brain damge. then he told us about my sister and she didt make it . that hurt me so much even though my sister was younger then me we always shared secret and was always their for each other . we stood in the waiting room for alittle longer.then the doctor came out again and said my grandma was already sick and her losing alot of blood isnt helping her health. out of no were their were like this announcement calling all doctors to this room and he just ran he didnt even finish his sentence. that made me even more nervous . we stood their for about another hour and the doctor didnt come back so that made me even more worried. finally he did come back and he told us the bad news and told us m y grandma died. i just tryed to hold back my tears since i dint like crying infront of anyone or showing my feelings. but i could hold it back anymore i felt so weak. ever since that day ever night i cry and hold this picture i have of them in my hand or have it on the side of m y bed and say god why did you take my grandma and my sister. my sister was only five why didnt you take me.why didnt i just go with them?what did i do to deserve this? theirs not a night that goes by that i dont cry or think of them.
