SAVING GRACE

Chapter IV -Sweet serendipity

I sometimes wonder why God created people differently. Some say that He created us from His image but then we don't look alike. I guess some would explain that some twins don't even look alike. I won't agrue with that. What I'm really curious about is that, why would he try to give different hardships and sufferings with different levels of dificulty to everyone. I just really don't understand what's the point of making people suffer. What's the point of making me sick when I really valued my life so much? I guess I just have to ask Him once I see Him after I die.

Its been so long since I last had an attack and I really don't expect a high chance of survival rate. Ted always makes sure that I'm ready of the possible outcomes for my next attack which unfortunately happened sooner than I expected. I guess mom really wants me to be with her. What's the hurry anyway?

"Grace." I could hear a faint voice calling out to me. Where's the light then? Isn't it that whenever people die, they get to witness the white light coming for you to show you the way to heaven?

"Are you okay, Grace?" I thought I wouldn't be able to wake up after the doctors and nurses put me to sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw Carla with teary eyes looking worried. Sighing, I closed my eyes very tight trying to tell myself to calm down and be good. I need to lengthen my patience when I'm dealing with this girl. Out of all people, why her? I cringed and opened my eyes once again.

"You're alive!" she whimpered and hugged me tight. This girl, if not noisy, is really clingy.

"Carla..*wheeze* Carla..Can't breathe." She immediately let go of me and smiled while tears rolled down her cheeks. Atleast she was really sincerely worried. I'll give her credits for that.

"I thought you died. I thought it was my fault for letting you go to a place like that." She cried. I rolled my eyes. A troublesome thing so early in the morning. Wait. Morning? I looked at the window and looked back at Carla with wide eyes.

"What time is it? And what day is today?" I asked.

"June 6. You were completely out for two days!" She exclaimed.

"Two days?!" I shouted forgetting the reason why I was in this hospital in the first place. My chest suddenly hurt and I yelped. Right. I had an attack. I thought.

"Are you okay?! Wait here. I'll call a doctor." She stood up looking worried and hurriedly rushed out of my room to call for assistance.

I suddenly realised that I hadn't called my dad for two days. "I am soooo dead." I looked around looking for my belongings. They wouldn't contact my family without my permission, would they? I even have my password on so I guess they won't be able to access my contact number. I turned to my right and saw my bag next to a flower vase. Due to adrenaline, I immediately grabbed my bag and fished for my phone. Luckily my phone didn't run out of battery and I was able to check my notifications.

"Shit." I wasn't able to stop myself from cursing. 50 calls and 90 messages. All from my dad.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm so fucking dead." I was making biting sounds so loud that it echoed across the room.

I was unconsciously biting my nails while I immediately dialled my father's number. He picked up at the first ring and a loud shout greeted me on the other side of the line.

"Grace! Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you!? Why weren't you answering my calls! I thought something bad happened to you!" I cringed thinking that I needed to lie to my own father.

"Dad, I just had a sleepover at a friend's house that I happen to meet here. I left my phone at home. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again." I easily lied. Good job brain.