What it use to be(editing)

Chapter 12

I sit in the hospital pacing back in forth as they perform a operation on my mom. My heart racing while Asher watches me. Surly I'm making him dizzy. My father holding my sister who is bawling her little eyes out and my god parents on their way. My mind playing a slide show of the last hour and a half.

One hour and a half ago.....
"Mom!" I drop down the push on my mom wounds like in the movies. "Asher call 911!" He was already in the process of doing that after he heard and saw the gun go off. "Yes she's been shot and ....." His voice fades out and my attention goes to my mom who's struggling for air. I push harder to stop the bleeding and look into her color fading eyes.

"Mom." I croak out. She smiles and brings her hand up to wipe my tears. "We- we shoulda got him out sooner." I whispers she smiles slightly "then he woulda killed you honey." I look at her in confusion. "I knew he would come and force us to do stuff because--- because he t-- told me....." My mom's words become nothing more than broken English.

More tears crowd my eyes and I hear sirens in the distance. "Hey momma they're coming." She smiles sheepishly and tears start to fall from the corner of her eyes. "cara , sta andando essere ---- essere O---va bene" (I love you darling, it's gonna be---be o---okay) I shake my head. "No keep your pretty eyes open mom."

She whispers "I can't, not----not anymore." Her eyes close and my tears fall harder. My voice so soft it can be heard I whisper something because I knew it. I knew it right then that he took my mother away from me. "
Ti piace mamma" (Love you to mommy)

Now......
Asher pulls me into his chest and I hug him tight but careful not to harm is arm that the hospital put in a sling. It's this damn hope. It's hope that has kept me from losing my mind. I know that she's probably dead and gone but in my heart there's hope that I'm wrong. Hope that she'll be okay. A doctor walks out and I lift my head but he walks right past us to another family who's losing their minds and by the looks of give them bad news.

A young woman with brown hair and amazing eyes falls to the floor crying. The older people who I assume are her parents fall the floor the hug her. I hear her questions of why through her tears. She looks about twenty and yes it's true.... She pregnant. I can tell she's not close to do date but her belly bump is noticeable. I smile and just pray it isn't the baby's father who died.

So lost in my mind I didn't hear Asher calling my name. "Hmm?" I question. I step back and come face to face with a doctor with a sad frown on his face. "I'm so sorry..." That's all I heard. She's umm she's really died. I mean I think I kinda knew but now I know. Tears run down my face unstoppable. I feel someone slam me into a hug but I do nothing in return.

".....she hemorrhaged on the table"  is what my ears picked up from his lecture. I look over slightly to see May not crying but looking confused. She knew nothing about death. All she knew was mommy got hurt really bad. I take her from my dads stiff form and  and sit down in the chair.

"May do you know what death is?" I ask. She nods slowly. "Momma says its when people go to heaven." I nod slowly. "Bene Maggio , mamma andò in cielo oggi"(Well May, mommy went to heaven today....) she looks confused and her eyebrows come together until tiny tears start to fall as if she just now processed it.

She shakes her head. "Was mommy not happy with us?! Is that why she left?!" She asked panicked. I shook my head and pull her close. "No a mean man took her away." Her tiny tears tuned to big fat ones. "So we won't see mommy anymore." I sadly nod. May cries harder into my chest. "I wanna see mommy."

With tears falling from my eyes I whisper "so do I."

A week later.....
I stand up in front of the crowd of people that attend mom's passing. Lots of the people who she delivered their babies are here and some of our family. I clear my throat and start my speech.

"My mother was one of a kind. She was funny yet serious, crazy yet normal, a mess up yet a perfectionist. She wanted what was best for my sister and I above all.... She introduced me to art at a young age and my sister to ballet. She showed me the world for what it really was and yet she protected me from it at the same time. I'm always gonna miss my mom and that will never change. Nothing will ever be the same without her but for just a moment I want to tell you some of the things she told me in Italian."

"Reagan il mondo non vi darà un posto per il vostro talento .... avete bisogno di spremere in"(Reagan the world won't give you a spot for your talent.... you need to squeeze in"

"È mia cara figlia sei speciale . Si sta andando ad essere qualcuno grande un giorno e tutti thoses che ridevano di te sarà quello ..." (You my darling daughter are special. You're going to be somebody great one day and all thoses who laughed at you will be the sorry ones)

"Non guarda al passato e ti siedi lì sperando di poter cambiare , perché Reagan non si può .... guarda a lLa furture invece e non avvitare di nuovo ." (Don't look at the past and sit there wishing you could change it because Reagan you can't.... look to the future instead and don't screw up again.)

"So with that last quote I'm going to listen and not look at the past but to the future for my mom." I step and down and sit as the celebration goes on. I sit and think about my mom and few tears make an appearance along the way. I just wish the could but nothing will ever be the same......
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Hey guys,
Sequel or no?