Rejecting Hope (Old Copy)

Chapter Eight - "The Hardest Part of This... is Leaving You." - Part Two - <3

        (Hope) 

       "Sara, you mean Aria's.... beloved mother?" My mother nodded, the tears spilling over. That's why she was so upset, that's why she couldn't tell me what was wrong! "The hospital called this morning, she went out for a drive around 2:30a.m. last night and got into a terrible car crash. Ran straight into a street-light pole, going the speed of 75mph. The reasons unknown, all they know is that she was a D.O.A. (Dead On Arrival). They think that it was due to the impact caused on her head when it had slammed against the driver's side window, there was a bunch of glass stuck in her face. It's horrible, she passed away, 2:46a.m. this morning." Instantly my heart pumps the name, Ariana.... 

              "Mom, I just-" 

        "Go ahead, go to her right now. I know that she needs you, she needs you more than I do." I gave her a half sincere half pity of a smile, for mom could always read my mind. "But mom, she was your best-"

          "Friend, yes that might be. But Ariana, she's your best friend and hopefully, maybe someday she'll be even more. But as of the moment, I want you to go alone, I'll be okay."

           "You sure?" My mother nods her head yes in response to my words, I give her a quick hug and then run out the door. "Love you!" I yell, running across the green grass that separates our houses. I reach her front door and I bend down to grab the key from underneath her flowerpot. Once I break in I run up the staircase, heading straight towards her room. I mentally slap myself, why hadn't I figured it out half an hour ago this morning? Hadn't I noticed that her mother was gone? Throwing the door open, I find that Ariana is no longer there... safe and sound asleep in her bed, in the place that I had left her sleeping body earlier today. Instantly, I panic, where could she have gone? It was then and only then, that I had heard this small sniffling noise coming from beyond the master bedroom's door.

         "This can't be happening. It can't be happening. It-it can't..." The voice breaks off into an agonizing sob. I look towards the bedroom as I quietly and slowly take tiny little steps towards that of the door. Her voice comes out yet again, "Losing you. Losing him, too... no one, no one can ever understand that pain." Her words are making me feel horrible and sick, but it was then that abruptly I heard a click. Shoving aside the door, I run in to find her with a gun against her head and I don't think. Instead, I jump upon her. Knocking the gun out of her hands, I slam her body down against the bed. "Ariana Annie Raines! What the Hell were you thinking? How did you get this!" I panicked, kicking the gun further away from our entangled bodies.

                "You... y-you came back?" She cried softly and there's tears of joy in her eyes. This amazes me when I look at her and I have to admit that I'm slightly taken back. "Ariana." I sigh and her head falls in shame. "Just what exactly were you trying to do?"

           "I... I just wanted to see her again." Her voice comes out bold, but also small and fragile all at the same time. My heart clenches within my very own body.  "Ariana." I whisper, taking her warm soft face into my hands. My heart beats wildly at the touch. "Ariana!" I choke now, but she seems as if she can't hear me. "Don't you know that if you had done that, you would've never seen her again? According to most people, you'd have gone straight to hell."

    "Who says... that I'm not already going down that path." My eyes widen at such a remark. "Ariana!" and suddenly her words grow vicious. "What kind of God makes you lose everything! Everything that you have ever loved!" She screams in my face, the emotion finally filling up her bones yet again. "What kind of mother dies and leaves you in the hands of a monster! What kind of..." She lets the words fall and I could suddenly sense that she was just about to say something... about me and I silently grow angry at her words and so I await, for the moment that she spits them out at me.