The Girl Who Cried Harry

Chapter 2

My head hurts. I keep waking up in the middle of the night from this stupid headache. The beeping monitor beside my bed is assuringly not helping one bit. Whatever the doctor gave to me while I was asleep sure does not help my aching head. I look over to the clock on the desk beside my bed and it reads 2:30 AM. Everything is dark and the only light is coming from the crack underneath the door leading to the hallway. I just wanna go home already, and sleep in MY bed and not this uncomfortable hospital bed. And plus I'm starving. Their food here sucks so I'm stuck with nothing but to starve. I have every possible thing going on in my mind and I just can't get the thoughts out. Like how am I going to tell my mom? What about my car that I spent the whole summer for? How am I going to get the money for this hospital bill? Uhh! Everything is just a big mess! If it was not for my stupid distraction I wouldn't be lying here wrapped up like a freaking tortilla! As I keep thinking about everything I slowly drift off to sleep. "No!! This can't be happening! No! No! No! I scream at the police officer. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Hicks but she's gone. There's nothing I can do!" The policemen say trying to calm me down. But she can't be dead! This can't be happening! I scream with tears rolling down my face. We can take you to the siting if you wish to see your mother? I know it will be hard seeing her like this but it's the least we can do. The policemen explain. Yes yes please! I need to see her! The police guide me down along the sidewalk to their car and set me in the back as they drive off. The whole time I'm looking out the window crying hoping that what they are saying is wrong. But they are not because when we stop I see my mothers car smashed with smoke rising up from it and a body lying in a body bag on a stretcher.