Stranger

9

Chapter 9:

(Daisy / Charlie's POV)

I held my mother's lifeless hand as I knelt next to her body. I had been crying since I had heard the news but I never truly thought it possible. I don't know how this had happened, one minute she was ill and the next minute someone had stabbed her in the heart in a mugging that went wrong, killing her instantly.

We had been through stabbings before, in the leg or arm but we always healed but in the heart, was that our kryptonite? I watched the tears drop on her hand and quickly wiped them away. 

"I'm so sorry for your loss." The doctor said behind me as he packed his stuff away.

"Someone will come and pick her up in a couple of hours, there was a major accident round Tiwun lane so the hospital is a little rammed." He carried on as explained the future events to me, his words breaking my heart.

It was as if he didn't even care, but I think the truth is that he doesn't. I didn't bother looking up, I stayed next to the hospital bed watching her, hoping and praying she would come back. She was all I had left. I have now officially lost everyone: John, Annabeth, Elizabeth. The doctor came over, pulling the sheet over her face. 

"Don't." I murmured making him stop.

"Pardon?" He asked not quite catching what I had said.

"Leave the sheet." I stated through my tears. He nodded in response and left the room. Once he closed the door behind himself, I sat on the bed next to her, still holding her hand as I used my free one to wipe the hair away from my face. 

"Please don't go. You lived once before and you can live again now. Please just come back to me." I whispered as I begged her to awake. I was crying with each word I spoke, because I knew that this was finally her end. She had finally found peace, and that my broke my heart because everyone around me had managed to apart from myself. 

"Please don't go." I cried raising her hand heart not wanting to let her go. I couldn't let her go, I could't let one more person go, I didn't want too. I had been like this since I had the phone call from earlier telling me what had happened to my mother.

That must have been at least a good 2 hours, but it's not like time really effects me. I decided to leave the room to get a drink, I knew I would be in here for as long as I could and as I needed to hydrate, I think it's best to go now. I placed her hand by her side and kissed her forehead before quickly rushing out to the vending machines. 

As I approached the reception area, I saw Daniel and Paul in the waiting room as if they were waiting for me. They both looked anxious and uncomfortable to the point that they didn't even know I were in the room staring at them. Before any introductions, I decided on getting my drink before I made them aware of my presence. Walking towards them crossing my arms for some self-comfort, they looked up and stood to attention. 

"Daisy i'm so sorry about your mom." Paul said trying to be sympathetic. I didn't know how to talk to them, they both were strangers, granted Paul wasn't as much but they both didn't really know me. 

"How did you know I would be here?" I asked looking at both of them. 

"We kind of looked everywhere after you ran away." Daniel answered. I wiped away the tears under my eyes trying to conduct myself in a better manner before I spoke.

"Why did you come here?" I asked, I wasn't in the mood for confessions of my life and if I were, it wouldn't be the appropriate time to begin. 

"We were worried about you. I've been worried about you, when you ran-" Paul said going on a tangent that I didn't need to hear at this moment. 

"I don't think this is the best time." Dan interrupted, his understanding of how I felt was sweet, but not sweet enough to make me feel better.

"I should get back, I only came to get a drink." I said putting a piece of my hair around my ear. 

"Daisy we do need to talk at some point." Paul states as if his issue would triumph anything that could be on my mind. 

"But not right now" I snapped turning around to walk away. I sped back to my mother's room, hoping to see her sat up, moving in some sort of way, praying for her to be alive and awake. I was disappointed to find that she hadn't moved, bringing tears to my eyes. I went to sit next to her body, placing my drink on the side so my full attention would be on her. I took her hand and held it on my lap looking down at her manicured fingers.

Even in death she was pure and beautiful. It was as if she were ready, dressed in black with a full face of makeup. Looking at her wedding ring, I slipped it of her finger and placed it on my right middle finger. Once I have a free chain, this would be the main attraction to my neck.  

Why did she have to go? To leave me on this earth alone, to live forever alone.