Nightwalkers

Chapter 2

What? How? My parents were perfectly fine just a few hours ago.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know all the details. They wouldn't tell me. All I know is that someone broke into your house and they hurt your parents badly. They are dying and might already me be dead. But we need to get you to the hospital now!" Lily said. I feel alone. My parents are the only family I have. I can't lose them.
My heart is racing and after what feels like hours we make it to my car. I grab my keys out of my pocket and start for the drivers side.

"No. You're in no condition to be driving. Let me." It was true. I couldn't drive. Not with my thoughts pounding in my head. I can't help but thinking the worst. What if I hadn't gone out tonight? Would they still be okay?

We turn into the hospital parking lot and I jump out of the car before Lily even takes the keys out of the ignition. And before I realize it, I'm at the front desk.

"Hi, um, I'm McKayla Bradley. My parents. They were brought here not too long ago. There names are Michael and Claude Bradley." I said.

"Oh yes. They are in intensive care right now. Would you like me to take you to them?" Said the nurse.

"Yes. Yes, please." I said urgently.

We walk through a maze of hallways and I'm wondering how anyone could ever finder there way through the this. Then we make it to they're room. On the door, there's a sign that says Room #314.

"Wait out here. It we will get a nurse to fetch you when you are able to see them."

"Okay, thank you..."

I sit outside the room waiting for any kind of news to come. And before I know it, I slip into darkness. Then, I am shaken awake by a nurse.

"Are you Miss. Bradley?" She asked.

"Yes." I say while yawning.

"Your mother is here and she's ready to see you."

"Okay, thank you." I get up from the chair and make my way to the room. Inside, I don't even recognize my mother. She has bandages around the right half of her face, and she has many caving bandages around her body. As if they are covering a hole.

"Mom?" I say choking down tears.

"Kayla? Is that you?" She asks.

I make my way to her side and grab her hand. "Yea Momma. It's me. How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Baby. I haven't gotten much longer. But I need you to do something for me." She said.

"What do you mean you don't have much longer? Mom you can't leave me! Where's Dad?" I can feel a steady, warm stream of tears running down my face now.

"McKayla. Listen to me. You have to go see--"

"No! Mom, where is Dad? He would never let you say these things. You are going to live. You have to."

"McKayla, your father is dead. Those things killed him and if you don't listen to me they are going to keep killing people!" She yelled. I stopped. Things? What does she mean by things?

"What are you talking about Momma? The police said there was a robbery and the robber attacked you guys."

"No, honey. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You need to go to your grandfather and he will explain everything." She said. I can hear the strain in her voice. She's slipping away. "Everything you need to know, he has it. In my room under the mattress, there is a little compact. In there is where you will find you grandfather."