I Love You

Chapter 1

              I've grew up with just myself, my brother Brian, and my dad. My mom, Rachel, died after having me.

                 One day I come home from school to see my dad crouching down on the floor holding his chest. I race to call 911. The lady on the other side tries to help me calm down before sending people over.

It feels like an eternity passes by before the doorbell rings. The paramedics take a look at him and while putting him in the ambulance, they attempt to stabilize him. I get in there with him, holding his hand the entire way.  Tears begin to creep inside my eyes.

              When we arrive at the hospital he is rushed into surgery while I'm is stuck in the waiting room pacing back and forth. The seconds feels like hours and the minutes feels like days. One of the paramedics walks over to me offering me a drink asking, "Is there anyone or anything I can get for you?" I shake my head as I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out to see my Aunt Kena is calling me. I pick up.

         She says, "Hey Layla, how's your day going?"

        I don't have the strength to really talk. The only words I spit out are, "I am at the hospital, dad collapsed." My voice cracks.

       "Wait, what? I am on my way, text me if you hear anything." We hang up.

        A long while later I see her walk in. She runs to me and we hug. I choke down the tears. I pull away and fill her in on everything that has happened. A nurse comes out of the operating room followed by multiple doctors. A doctor comes over and explains that they did everything that they could but that the everything was simply not enough.

     I feel my knees go weak and I attempt to keep standing although I was unable to. I just fall to the floor hoping to still be able to breathe. I try to hold back my tears but it was no use. My Aunt thanks them for trying everything that they could. She turns to me and kneels down helping me up.

        We walk to her car and drive back to the house in silence. Tears are streaming down my face.

       Once we get home I race up to my room and close the door behind me. I grab my plush Clifford, that I got from my dad when I was five at a carnival, out from under the bed and hold it to me . I break down. Aunt Kena walks in and holds me.

      My dad is dead.