Something Happens.

In between

Katie

There are two sides to every story. This is my side. I know you may hate me and think some things about me. But hear me out. By the end of this, some may not like me still, others may have a change of heart. For the matter, I just want to explain my side of the story. Each character does have a say in the part.

I was 9 years old, the phone was ringing and I heard my father's faint footsteps coming down the hall. I heard my father answer it,  I was playing with my tea set at the time, minding my own business. Then I heard the phone drop on the floor. I instantly dropped what I was doing, rushed to my father. I saw him leaning against the wall, rubbing his face, tears were pouring from his eyes. "Papa, what's wrong?" I asked tugging his shirt. He carefully wrapped his arms around me, bending his knees to my height. "Baby, we need to go to the hospital, momma got into an accident." For a 9 year old, an accident seemed to be minor, something that wouldn't be as hurtful. I was so wrong, I will never forget the image, of my mother, being strapped to all kinds of machines. Hearing her heart monitor, feeling like she's going to collapse any minute. I cried, I cried hard. My mother, was dying.

We were sitting on the hospital bed, my mom opened her eyes and I could see the pain, the hurt in her eyes. She realized it was her time. She smiled her warm motherly smile at me. She looked at papa, he still had tears in his eyes, but she wiped them away. "I love you guys, please don't ever forget that." She said. I gave her a hug, I didn't want her to go, I didn't want her to leave me. I was afraid, but I felt arms wrap around me, filling me with warmth. "Be there for papa ok, don't let him near the kitchen, and tell him to take his shoes off when he goes to bed." She said, my father chuckled quietly. I felt her tears softly hit my head."Baby, I love forever and always. Never ever forget me, I will always be with you. Remember, be kind and gentle, and love will find you. Find someone who shares the sparks with you. You are the most sweetest, daughter a mother could have asked for, I'm sorry for not keeping that moment forever."   I never cried as hard, before. "Katie, baby, I love you, never forget that."

I felt her arms get weaker and relaxed, the heart monitor slowing down, until the line was flat. "Mama! Mama No!" I cried, hoping she would wake up. Hoping this was a dream. The doctors and nurses came in, I didn't loosen my grip on her. Papa had to pry me away, we got into the car, I was a crying mess. That night, I had to stay at the neighbor's. They had one boy, which wasn't in the house at the time. When papa left to go back to the hospital, he didn't leave without giving me a kiss. "Promise you'll be back?" I asked hoping he won't leave me like mama. "I promise princess." He said kissing my forehead, then leaving to attend his lost wife.

I didn't stop crying, the parents tried everything. I was sitting on the woman's lap, crying. She soothed me, rubbing my back. It just reminded me of mama. When I was down, she would always be there for me, now who do I have? I cried harder, and harder. They made me some sweets, but that also reminded me of mama. Anything they did, reminded me of mama. I'm grateful for their doing. I appreciate it, but it was too much for a 9 year old girl to handle. I was sitting there crying when I heard the front door open. In from the living room, came a boy who looked like he was 10. He looked confused at me, and then he looked at his dad. The parents told him to wait at the dinner table, while they took me upstairs to his room. His bedroom looked neat and tidy with baseball sheets, and race car posters/toy. They told me to get some rest, and went back downstairs. I can't rest, anytime I close my eyes, I see my mom's eyes, with pain and hurt staring at me. I cried again, but softer I don't didn't want to be a bother to the neighbors.

I heard the door open, and in came in the boy. I lifted myself to a sitting position. I tried to mute my tears and sniffles. I saw the boy take out some tissues from his night stand, and hand them to me. I took some and rubbed my tears and nose. He sat on the bed with the tissues. "How are you?" He asked me, looking at me with his brown eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, "I really don't know. I'm sad." The waterworks were about to come again, until I felt arms wrap around me. If I wasn't in the situation, I would've complained and yelled "cooties" or something of that matter, to get him off me when I was younger.