Sarah Ruth sits in the hospital waiting room with her father, both cheeks stained with tears. Every time a doctor walks in through the loud wooden door, they perk their heads up. Her mother was in a car accident, a drunk driver hit the side of her mothers car as she went past the green light, typical. She saw her, but not for long. She had told her father that she needed to use the restroom, but Sarah Ruth was actually searching for her mother in the creepy hospital. They had to take Racheal into emergency surgery, so Sarah Ruth and her father weren't able to see her.
At the top of the hospital doors are small glass windows, and that's how she saw her. Rachael's face was cut up beyond recognition, but Sarah Ruth just knew it was her. The small charm bracelet on her left wrist, covered in blood, was still able to make out. Sarah Ruth gave her mother that when she was ten years old, and she still wears it. She couldn't help but cry, seeing her mother in such a state.
The hospital doors open once again, and a nurse with a huge smile on her face walks to a group of teenagers with frowns on their faces. The lady pushes the hair out from in front of her face, saying something that makes the kids go insane with joy. "I hope that's us," she whispers. "What?" Her dad asks, not being able to make out what she said. "Nothing."
Minutes go by, but they feel like hours. Sarah Ruth hates the smell of this hospital, this is what she imagines death to smell like. Almost everyone in the waiting room has a a frown upon their face. And there's difference kinds of medicines floating around, and diseases for all they know.
Her father wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Deep breaths," he says. She knows that her father isn't going to say, everything is going to be okay. Cause you never know, anything could go wrong. Hell, this morning Sarah Ruth was dancing in the kitchen with her mom; Now she's in the hospital scared that she won't ever see her alive again.
Time goes on, and eventually Sarah Ruth and her father ask the staff for blankets so that they can make a pallet on the floor. "We're not going anywhere till we know how she's doing," her father stated. The two can't sleep, all they can think about is the worst.
Early the next morning, the same lady who had a huge smile on her face comes through the door with a faint smile, a fake smile. You can see the hurt in her eyes as she approaches Sarah Ruth and her father, and they both see her expression, their stomachs turning. "Johnson's?"
Sarah Ruth gulps while nodding her head along with her fathers. He grips Sarah Ruth's hand, his thumb running along her palm. "W-We did everything we could possibly do-" Sarah Ruth doesn't listen to the rest. She tunes it out, not wanting to hear the rest. She knows what happened.
Her mother is gone.
They wrap their arms around each other, shaken to the core. "Would you like to um, come and see her?" They nod their heads, slowly standing up. The walk their is dreadful, "The staff cleaned her up as best as we could." "Thank you," Sarah Ruth says sincerely. The two walk into the same room Sarah Ruth had saw her mother in hours ago, this time their isn't blood coating her body. There are many, many cuts though. Gaping open, causing Sarah Ruth to slightly feel sick.
"I miss you," she whispers, tears falling down her cheeks. Sarah Ruth rests her hand on her mothers arm, a spot where their is no blood or gaping wounds. She's so cold.
Sarah Ruth and her father eventually leave, not saying a word the single way. They're so in shock, they can't even find a way to cry. Everything was just so sudden.
But when they get home, and Sarah Ruth sees a pair of slippers that her mother just adored, tears came. And flashbacks of what happened all those times when her mother was always there for her, cheering her up. It's never going to happen again. Her father wipes her tears away, "She wants you to be strong." Sarah Ruth chokes on the air multiple times, trying to find a way to breath. "I can't."
She gulps before running upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. "Why?" She screams. The neighbors can probably hear her. "Why do you take everyone I love away from me?" She picks up a picture frame that has her, her mother, brother, and father in it. Tears from her eyes fall onto the dusty glass, she throws it across the room. It slams onto the wall, prices going everywhere.
Her bedroom door swing open, "Go away!" She screams. Her best friend is gone, and there's no getting her back. He grabs Sarah Ruth and hugs her as right as he can, "Breath baby, breath." She can't, it's impossible. "Please, just go, I love you but I want to be alone right now."
She sits on the cold floor of her room, her knees pulled up to her chest. Sarah Ruth rocks slowly back and forth, the tears coming down her face so fast, wiping them is no use. "Wise men say only fools rush in," she sings. Her mother and her loved that song, constantly singing it. "B-But I can't help-" she cuts her self off with a loud cry.
"Falling in love with you," she has to say the rest slowly, or a cry will cut her off again.
Corey can hear everything from his room, Sarah Ruth just so happened to keep her window open. But the curtains were shut, so he couldn't see the tears and ugly crying faces. He can't help but wonder what the hell shes crying about. Corey thought it was him at first, but wouldn't he heard her crying earlier? He climbs out his window and across the tree to her, his knuckles tapping against the window seal.
Sarah Ruth looks in the direction of her curtains, a showdown caster behind them. "Go away Corey," she groans. He takes a sharp breath in, "Please, I need to talk to you." She walks over to her window, yanking the curtains, startling Corey. "I said that I didn't want to talk right now Corey Ian Haim, so leave."
He looks at her surprised, the tone of her voice actually scaring him. But then he sees the puffy deep blue eyes of hers, and her red cheeks. "What happened?" She glares at him before pulling her window shut, locking it. All the light of her room goes away when she shuts the curtains. But from right there, he can still hear her crying.
"Don't cry princess," he whispers, knowing there's no way she can hear. Corey goes back to his house, not bothering her anymore.
Sarah Ruth lays upon her bed, drenched in tears and sadness.