Sudden Difference • Fillie

Nineteen fragments

"Official time of death; 2:12am."

The doctor's words echoed in her head as tears continuously fell from her eyes. She was gasping for air, sobbing. The only thing that separated her with her daughter was the thick transparent glass that showed her the most painful sight to see— the death of her.

"It cant be," she whispered to herself, her palms so sweaty they seemed to have attached to the glass. "I dont believe it." she breathed.

Robert stood from afar. He couldnt bear it. He'd been bearing it for quite a long period of time now. This was the worst.

Kelly closed her eyes. Beverly's sweet and angelic face popped in her mind, her smile so sugary and soft that could melt even the most stone cold heart.

But she was gone now.

A few moments ago

She was drinking water from her glass, and put it back on the dresser. She was surprised to hear a crash of glass as it hit the tile, causing it to break into fragments.
"Nurse," she called in her hoarse voice.

Her feeble fingers were numb all of a sudden and a strong pain hit her stomach. She cradled her tummy and screamed, the pain almost unbearable at this point.

"Help me!" she tried to shout, but it wasnt that loud. She was to weak and her tummy was aching badly.

A nurse, thankfully, had rushed in, but by that time.. it was too late.

She was found unconscious lying on her bed with broken glass pieces on the white floor.

She was a whole that was forced to tear into parts. A paper ripped out into pieces. A bar of chocolate divided into a particular amount. She was a whole that cancer tore apart.

She had never always been a puzzle. Before she had cancer, she was just like everyone else; funny, witty, kind, and all the sorts. She had enjoyed once the thought of being whole and having everything perfectly going.

But cancer came along and tore the whole she knew as herself; into fragments of pain.

Doctor Smith saw at that moment that Beverly was dead. But Kelly forced him to try at least give it another shot, at least once. "Mrs. Brown, how many times more do i have to--"

"Please. All im asking is a try. Just... p-please. T-try." her voice was quivering and it sounded so hysterical it broke the cold doctor's heart. Closing his eyes, he nodded. "Very well. But please. For your own sake, Mrs. Brown.. dont expect anything."

And indeed, there wasnt anything to expect. 

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"Make sure you're wearing your gloves, Millie," Finn reminded while preparing the net and a long rope. "I am," Millie huffed as she wore them. "Why do we need to wear gloves anyway? And where's the rod? There's only a net and-- a rope?" she asked with her brows knitted together.

"Because we arent fishing fish," Finn said with a large grin plastered on his face. "We're gonna fish some octopus." Millie's face dropped. "No way," she said dropping the net. "Im not going to!" she whined. "They're gigantic right? It's impossible!" 

Finn chuckled. "We arent gonna catch those kind," he explained. "We're gonna catch the webfoot octopus variety. They're pretty small." Millie still had her jaw opened wide and her eyes bulging. "Thats so freaky, Finn." she replied.

Finn rolled his eyes playfully. "Okay so here in this rope, we're gonna attach some worms for every 2 inches okay? I marked them already so we just have to attach the worms," he said while raising it a little for her to see. "then, we lower it all down, and keep a little up in the surface so we can sense if some are pulling already. Then we pull it up and once we do, the octopus come with it and we catch it with the net." Finn placed the rope and the net beside him and took a glance at Millie who still seemed a little freaked out. 

"Okay?" Finn said with a smile. 

"Um, yeah." she said blinking.

Millie slowly got the hang of it and started to enjoy the time with Finn. It was an amazing time and it was just fun. They were laughing their heads off when Millie was attempting to catch the octopus with the net and jumping around the boat, almost falling. 

Finn was about to raise the rope again when suddenly, 

"MILLIE! FINN!" bellowed the figure of Clint. 

They paddled the boat quickly to the shore. Both sweaty and tired, they panted heavily. 

Once they arrived to the shore, Clint was standing firmly with his face all distraught. "I dont know how to break this to you, but I guess i have to say it.." Clint said with his eyes lingering around, avoiding Millie's. 

"Uncle Clint, why whats wrong?" she asked. Her hands were shaking. There was something different. Clint wasnt like this-- all jittery and nervous. Even when one of the pens got opened and all their chickens had escaped, he had been calm and was the type of person to settle things down.

"Millie.. Beverly your sister.. She died." 

A.N

some heartbreaking crap for u. lol sorry huhu ITS FINNS BDAY HERE IN THE PH YAY HAHAHA happy birthday to my husband haha! lol i wish 

anyways sorry for the crappy chapter. this was rushed a lot, but i swear i'll try to update again and make it less crappy than this LOL 

further greetings for finn will be tomo so we adjust with the american timezone #filipinoProblems hahaha