Survive This Life

Chapter 4

I woke up and looked around me.

It was dark.

I was alone.

I slugged of the couch and stood up, making sure I was being 'classy', as Abuela would tell me.

There were red and blue lights shining out my windows. I got curious and tiptoed over and peered through the burgundy curtains.

Police.

Are they here for Papi? I miss them all. Which hospital are they even at? There are like 3 in the area.

I decided to go look for them.

One problem. I ain't got no car.

I called Yvonne up and asked if she could go with me-I always like having her around.

She got here in less than a minute and I was anxiously waiting outside. I grabbed my purse, which had my phone, keys, and wallet, and I dashed to her car, feeling vulnerable from the police lights.

I sighed out of relief as I locked her car door and set my purse on my sweatpants resting on my thick legs.

"So, what's happening," She asked, distracted by all the commotion. 

"Drive. To the hospital," I blurted out, not caring, staring straight at the road in front of me.

She rolled her eyes at me and smacked her lips.

"K," was all she said before slamming on the gas as we jerk forward but then imediatly stop. She started it up again, but we had the same response.

"It won't start," She said, looking at me for approval.

"T-try again," I said with worry in my eyes. She could tell so she sighed, knowing it wasn't gonna work.

"Emy it's not working," She said looking into my watery eyes.

"It has to!," I scream as I push her hands of the steering wheel and feel myself begin to feel weak. I started sobbing as I turned the wheel, hoping for a response.

Well this is what you get for missing church.

I knew I was right and began sobbing louder. I was hysterical.

Yvonne grabbed my hands and gently placed them on my lap.

I was now laying on her, my head on her lap.

She started to play with my hair, unsticking it from the sweat and tears of my face. My long, petal pink hair was now intertwined in her fingers.

"Everything happens for a reason,"

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

I slowly sit up from a pile of my sweat and tears in Yvonne's lap. She is sound asleep.

It was bright outside and I glanced at my phone. 7:19am. Wow, we slept all night in this junk.

I feel a crook in my neck and try to stretch my legs as far as possible.

"Yvy?" I manage to groggle out.

"Uh-huh?" she replies, half asleep and her eyes still closed.

"Let's go." I mutter.

We open the car doors and stumble to my front door, making sure to lock all three locks.

"H-hey, Yvy?" I stare.

"What's up, boo?" She looks back at me.

"Thanks."

And with that she leaves with a big smile.

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The whole day I have been stressing myself out over this Papi getting shot thing. I wanted so bad for him to be healthy.

What would you do without him?

I feel my eyes fill with salty tears and blink that thought away.

My stomach rumbles, notifying me stop by the fridge. I have no appetite, yet I'm starving. Is this was deppression feels like?

I hop back on my couch as my phone begins to ring softly.

Answering it, I brace myself for what will be the outcome of this call from 'St. Johans Hospital'.

"Hello, this is Dr. Abrahams from St. Johans Hospital, I'm looking for Emeli?"

"Um, hi, this is her,"

"I'm so deeply sorry, but the bullet that hit your father was so close to his heart that there is a possibility that he may not live,"

*Beep*