Perfectly Wrong

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How Much Worse-Wednesday- *CONTINUED*

As I sprinted back to my house, I could hear sirens. I couldn't see them yet but I knew they were going to my house. 

All of the sudden the past 15 years flashed in front of my eyes. All the memories, good and bad, the family parties, first day of school pictures. Everything I had done with my mom. This was just like that day. The things that happened weren't the same, but the emotions were. I can still remember being called out of class, my dad and brother in the main office. Neither of them said anything to me, we just drove away. I didn't know where, then I saw the hospital. It was at that moment i knew something was wrong with my mom. But today it wasn't my mom.

Hot tears were streaming down my cheeks as I ran into my house, the paramedic's were right behind me. Anthony was calling from the kitchen,"In here!" "Were in here!" The paramedic's pushed past me, one even stopped to see if I was okay. I shook my head, but of course I wans't. In a daze, I followed them to the kitchen. My brother was on the ground hold my father's head. There was blood coming from a gash on his forehead, the medics swarmed around , lifting him onto a gurdy. Anthony saw me and ran over just before I fell to the ground.

I was a mess.

I kicked at Anthony begging him to let me go as the ambulance took our dad away. Within a few moments the sirens were fading. Anthony let me go, but not before he spoke,"Melina," I was crying hysterically at this point,"Melina you need to listen to me. Everything is going to be fine, dad is going to be fine." His voice was shaky and I could see tears in his eyes. I pushed him away from me,"That's what you said when mom went to the hospital, and now shes DEAD!" He called after me as I ran out of the house and all the way to the hospital. 

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