A Wish

Part 6

Alright so Everyone I changed the story, The main characters name used to be Ashley, but I felt like it didn't suit the character for some reason.  I also changed around a lot of words and made the story more realistic and I guess readable.  So I hope everyone loves it and that's its better. Also more professional.  I'll re-read everything tomorrow and make sure there is no mistakes so far.  But Continue reading my little carrot cubes..  ( If anyone is reading this anymore xD).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stood up walking closer to the T.V.

It appears that we have James Mathews and Rodger Buck.  Rodger seemed to be drinking and driving while Matthews was going over the speed limit. We wish prayers for these two and their families.  On to other news -

I stopped listening and fell onto the ground trembling.  My brother rushed out.  "What's wrong, Claire?" His voice sounded panicked.

I just kept shaking my head,  mumbling no, no, no.

We suddenly got a call from the hospital.

My brother answered it. All was I heard him say was "Is he okay?, Can we come?"  After that I zoned out.

~°~

I just layed there staring at my ceiling.

We couldn't visit my dad who was in a state of a coma as of now.  But I guess visiting hours were over and they were only allowing one person to sleep there, Which was my mom.

I knew I wasn't going to sleep tonight, It just seemed so, unreal.

I shut my eyes gently while slowly drifting off into my own mind, hoping that tomorrow everything is going to be okay, That I can just talk to my dad and tell him everything that was on my mind.

*********************************************************

I didn't sleep at all last night.  It was now 6 am.  I probably looked like crap but I didn't care.  I rushed out of my room slipping my hoodie on.  My dad got it for me.  I was greeted by my brother.  Wow he looked like he was ...crying?  I didn't know he could do that.  At least hes showing some emotions other than being a robot all of the time.

"When can visitors visit?" I asked my brother.

" 8 am." His voice sounded tired.  He took a sip of his coffee.

"I'm going to Jakes, I'll see you at the hospital at 8 bye" I waved.  He just nodded.

It was only a 15 minute drive but it seemed a lot longer than usual though.

I slowly walked up to the door.  I called his phone. No answer.  I decided to text him.

Open your door, I'm at your house.

I waited patiently waiting for the damn door to open.

I felt my phone vibrate.

From:

Jake :D!

On my way.

I quickly texted back.

Hurry up its cold. >.<

After 5 minutes I heard the door open.

I rushed inside, going up to his room.

I sat on his bed waiting for him.

He came in with a concerned look on his face.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"Do I look okay." I sighed.

"It's all of my fault, I should have called.  None of this would have happened if I would have called." I told him, looking at the ground.

"Hey, don't think like that." He pulled up my chin.  "Its the other drivers fault, not yours,  you aren't the one that hit him."

"Ya but I was the reason why he was speeding." I said speaking my thoughts.

"Listen stop thinking like that, okay maybe you are the reason why he was speeding but you will never get past this with thinking that this was your fault.  It was an accident. " He was looking right into my eyes.

I sighed.  I knew he was right. But I can't let this go, not until I know that my dad is alright.

"Get some sleep." He ordered.

"No, I'm going to see my dad at 8." Plus I couldn't sleep.

"Alright wake you up at 7:30 then." He said casually getting up.

Before I knew it Jake was shaking my arm gently, Whispering in my ear "Come on its time to wake up, Claire Bear."

My corners slightly tugged up a little, but then went back down when I began to remember everything.  I sat straight up. there were boxes everywhere.

"You're already packing? " I asked him.

"Uh yeah. " He mumbled while tossing me a muffin, an apple and a bottle of water.

Then he head out the door and getting into his car

I followed him and sat down.

He started the engine and began driving.

"When are you leaving?" I asked quietly,  afraid of the answer.

"Two months." He replied looking straight at the road.

"That soon?!" I was completely shocked, but I knew that it was going to soon.

I decided not to talk the rest of the way.

We got to the hospital and walked up to the Front desk.

"What room is James Mathews in?" I asked polity.

"B502" She said giving me a sympathetic look.

"Thanks." I mumbled before I took off to find my dads room.

B443

B445

B447

B449

B502. 

My breath hitched in my throat.  Here goes nothing.