A Blue Christmas

Chapter 2

The next morning I wake up, I look over at my phone it's nine in the morning. Oh my gosh I'm late....I'm so late. I jump out of bed and hurry to put some ripped skinny jeans on, a loose sweater, and throw my hair into a crazy bun. I run down stairs and realize my mom is on the couch crying....its never good when she does. She is usually so good at hiding her emotions. "Mom what's wrong" I say. "Sit down there's something I need to tell you. Your dad's plane never made it to the air port last...it crashed in a field. Your dad wasn't doing good when they got him off the plane. They sent him on a helicopter to OU medical center. They said they have him stable but he's in a coma and they don't know when he will wake up....I was the one who shut your alarm off, I didn't want you to go to school today." I stand there and I'm listening but the words just are not processing in my mind...my stomach feels like it dropped to my feet. I start seeing things blurry and I realize the tears running down my cheeks. No I say to myself be strong for mom...she doesn't need you to start crying.....I have been working on crying less these past years and balancing my anxiety and depression. My pills and my patches are working better then they did but I always have to stop and calm myself down when I feel like I'm about to cry. I have been trying to be strong. But i dont know if I can be strong this time.....I drop to my knees and start sobbing. My mom just stands and watches speechless...she tries to say calming words to me but it doesn't help. My dad is everything to me...yes we have our ups and downs but I can't live without him. It's just not possible to live without him. My mom hears the door bell ring and goes to the front door to see who it is. She opens it......