FORGET ME NOT

Chapter Twenty-Eight

TRISH

I was sitting at the front porch gazing at the moon when Aunt Molly sat beside me handling me a cup of hot choco. I jerked my head to give her a side-long glance. I faked a smile so she won't see what was really inside me.

"When you were just a little girl you used to run around the house every time that Aiden wanted to lock you up in his room"

Why is she saying this?

"You and Aiden were like cats and dogs but at some point, you couldn't live without each other"

"We always argue?"

"Every time. We almost thought of taping your mouths"

I laughed. "Well Aiden's quiet now"

"Yeah he changed since you left. He locked himself up in his room. I'm sorry for keeping the truth away from you"

"It's okay, Aunt Molly. I understand that you just wanted a silent life"

Planting a kiss on my head, she said "Everything's going to be alright, Trish. Pray and God will do what He thinks is right"

* * * *

Mrs. Bradfort sat beside me on the black couch near the window. It was almost evening and the sun was slowly fading. Jb's hospital room wasn't that big and small either. It was just the right size for seven people to fit in.

"When Jb told me about you, she had this spark in her face that ignites every time she mentions your name" She let out a heavy breath and continued, "She told me that she didn't plan falling in love with anyone but then you came and everything changed. You make her happy and I thank you for that"

"She makes me happy too" I mumbled.

"Jeanine is a good daughter"

"I know she is"

"She doesn't deserve to be like this" She flinched slightly as she spoke.

"Are you sure you're okay alone here?" Mrs. Bradfort asked changing the topic. She was putting her stuffs in the bag.

"Yes of course"

Striding towards the door, she said "take care okay?"

I nodded and retorted, "I'll call you when there's news about Jb"

She grinned and close the door shut.

Two hopeless months have gone by and there wasn't a single progress. We were desperately asking for a miracle but it seems like God couldn't hear our prayers. It was no use.

I was exhausted by sleepless nights and hoping. I was dreaming and believing that someday everything will be back to normal.

But despite all the hardships in school and in my social life, I didn't leave Jb. After school, I went straight to the hospital to check on her. I got used to it after weeks and became my routine everyday. At weekends, I slept over in the hospital to take care of her.

I was sitting at the chair beside Jb. I held her hand squeezing it gently but she still didn't budge. She was like a statue of liberty. So beautiful but didn't move a single second. She just stayed there and slept like an angel.

"I miss you" I mumbled planting a kiss on her hand as tears start to fall from my lonely eyes. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop it. I'm weak and it's pretty obvious cause I always cry at times like this.

The person I love was dying but I kept on believing that she was going to live.

I watched my family die and I can't watch Jb die now. Sometimes, I ask God why He's giving me shitty problems I couldn't understand. I didn't know how to deal with it. I prayed over and over again but He didn't respond that I almost thought He wasn't true.