The Forgotten

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up, feeling better. I couldn't wait to visit Sarah. I went downstairs, "Morning, mom!" I said. "Good morning sweetheart, did you enjoy visiting Sarah yesterday?" She asked. "Yes! she's doing so great I want to visit her again today. Oh if you'll drive me there" I said. "Of course I will honey!" She said. "Okay see you after school" I said. "Okay bye honey" she said.

When I got home I came in the door and my mom wasn't there, I was alone, I started to panic because I didn't know where she went. I called her and there was no answer. A few minutes later she called me, "Carly! Thank God I reached you, call Amy and get a ride to the hospital. Now!" She said. I freaked out and called Amy "Amy is your mom home!?" I asked panicked. "Yeah why??" She asked. "I need a ride to the hospital like right now!" I said "oh my God, Carly what's wrong?" She asked. "I'll explain on the way, can you get here now?" I asked. "Yes Carly. Well be right there!" She said. "Thank you!" I said.

When Amy arrived, I told her every thing. About Sarah and everything. She was almost as upset as me.

Once we got to the hospital I ran inside. I saw my mom outside of Sarah's room with a doctor. She was crying. I ran up, and my mom hugged me, crying. "Carly. Honey." The doctor said. I looked up at him. He was very tall. "Sarah passed away this afternoon I'm very sorry" he said. "No. She couldn't have! She was fine yesterday! No no no!" I said. I fell to my knees. It was more than I could handle. I refused to believe my little sister was dead. It simply couldn't be. At this point I didn't even want to be alive. Maybe those suicide dreams were trying to tell me something. Maybe this was it. Maybe it's a sign. Maybe just maybe... I should kill myself. I mean life is pointless without my sister. Amy was waiting in the waiting room downstairs. My mom was crying but keeping calm, better then I was. I was done, I just wanted to go home and die in bed. That's all I wanted at that moment. A male nurse literally had to carry me down. I refused to move. He put me in my mom's car and we drove home. My mom forced me to walk to the house, but as soon as we got inside, I went to my room and cried myself to sleep.