Winter Love

Chapter 5- Death

So this is like a flash back chapter, hope u like it! Heather above!
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~three years ago~
I laid in my moms bed with her all cuddled in, at 14 everything seemed so perfect, we had a large house, perfect family, even a dog. She smiled and told me how happy she was and how she was proud of the people my brother and I have become, little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw my moms eyes bright and full of life. My mother and I decided to go downstairs to watch a movie, all of a sudden we reached the bottom of the stairs, and she collapsed, I wasn't sure what was going on, she wasn't moving. I screamed for my father and he said to get in the car.

My father had rushed us to the hospital going 40mph over the speed limit, we got there and he carried her in swiftly and all of a sudden she was swept away on a gurney quicker than I had ever thought possible.

I paced the hospital waiting room, nails chewed to the bare end, nervous to see how my mom was.

The tall gray-haired Doctor came out shortly after and told us how they couldn't save her, she had a blood clot and there was nothing they could do postpone or stop her death. He allowed us to enter and say our goodbyes. I cried and told her to come back, but she was gone...forever. I went numb, nothing seemed real, like it was all this horrid nightmare that I could wake up from and my mom would comfort me with hugs and tell me a story.

But she couldn't, she was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

My father went into a silent depression, he made arrangements for her cremation, and scattered her ashes along the pine tree just west of our house. He was angry and upset, he didn't know who to blame or how to feel, he became hard and cold, not wanting anything to do with anyone.

Eventually, he started functioning, but he was never the same, he expected more and was hard on us all. Nathan handled it terribly, he took out all the anger he had at the world and pushed it towards sports, he couldn't stop he became a jock and a careless person toward others, he only cares about me, because he said he couldn't lose me too.

I tried really hard to do well in school, but I couldn't focus knowing I couldn't go home to the comfort and serenity of my home. It was no longer welcoming, it was just a place we lived, not a home.

~three years forward (present day)~
Today was the day, November 21, the day something inside me died, the day I sulk and go numb, the one day I can just walk to the edge of our property where the ashes were scattered. The day my mother died, the day my best friend left the earth.

I didn't get coffee today, I just sat on my bed wondering what would be different if my mom was still alive. If my father still be happy, if my brother would be a jock, if I would be so alone, if we hadn't given away our dog to the neighbors. What would my life be?

I looked out over the pine trees, and felt salty tears enter my eyes. "Becca?"
I wiped the tears and turned, "Garrett? How do you know where I live?"
"Your friend, heather I think, came in and asked if u had been in today, I had already been worried but she said today was a rough day for you and she was trying to find you, I immediately traded shifts and got your address, she was going to come but she thought you wouldn't want to be overwhelmed."he explained "So are you okay?"
I shook my head, explaining the events that occurred that day, three years ago.
He didn't interrupt, he just sat next to me and nodded, listening precisely, and acknowledging every word I said, after he said, "you are so strong, and amazing."

I just hugged him and we sat there in the cold winter snow on the edge of the property holding on to each other like it was all we had.

I cried into his chest and he stroked my hair gently whispering how he wished he could've met her because of she was anything like me, she must be amazing. I just told him about all the good times and Christmas' and birthdays, all the times I could remember that she was just herself, being wonderful.