October 12, 2014 and so on

The day of the incedent

It was Sunday night around 5:00 , my dad and sister were working at the pizza place. I was at home cleaning my room when my mom got a call. She came into my room and explained that my dad was in the emergency room.
I remember the feeling of panic come to my face, but I stayed calm. I just kept thinking that he will be fine and it was only something small ... but it wasn't.
My mom went to the hospital and my grandma came and stayed with me. About 10 minutes after my grandma got there I got a call. When I looked at my phone it was my uncle, who had been working with my dad, he said he was going to pick me up and take me to the hospital and he would be there in 20 minutes.
So I got dressed real quick and waited nervously, looking at my phone and pacing around. I hear my phone ring, this time with a text, it was my cousin asking what had happened. I told him I wasn't positive at the moment but I was about to go to the hospital to see. I kept on texting him until my uncle arrived.
  I got in his car and he pulled out speeding. He was driving like a maniac, going 70 mph in a 35 mph zone , running red lights, and talking on the phone at the same time. I was in fear we were going to crash or get pulled over, and the fact that I was sick and my dad was in the hospital for I didn't  even know what didn't help. But we got there safe and when we did I was dreading going in because I knew I would have to deal with whatever were through those doors wether it be my dad on his death bed, my dad being fine, or anywhere in between. I also knew I would eventually have to see or know so it would be better to do it now.
Still hesitating I pushed the doors open slowly. We walked through a crowded waiting room into the treatment area and opened the curtains. And there he was... Laying in a hospital bed, head tilted to the left, mumbling. I just stood there for a moment watching everyone cry, then walked in and greeted everyone, then my dad. I walked up to the bed slowly,holding back my tears, "hey buddy, you didn't have to come" he said in a slow delayed voice,he kind of sounded drunk, we had a very slow conversation and he started crying and mumbling even more. I said bye then walked away slowly, now finding it very hard to fight back the tears. I went and stood next to my nanna, she pulled me down and started hugging me and telling me it's okay to cry. I then let go of my sadness like a faucet, letting the tears run down my face and drip off.