Chapter 3

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"You can't be serious!" I bursted, my tone raising. For the first time in years tears filled my already sad eyes, soon rushing down my face like raindrops gathering on a window. She handed me the note. I read it and reread it. I tried so hard to believe what I was reading wasn't true, that it was just another horrible dream or a plot of the story of a book just waiting for the page to turn and for everything to be okay, but that didn't happen. I cried more, finally accepting this was real, I couldn't put the note down, no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to.
My father's handwriting was clear as day.
I had gotten into a horrible accident and now lay ill in a hospital bed. I will sadly be longer on my trails back.
My mother hugged me, throwing more tears to fall like rain, pouring down my face and landing onto her shirt. She was crying as well, however, hers was less than mine.
"I'm sorry darlin', but we'll just 'ave to wait longer.." Her calm, soothing voice made my emotions pull back, my body relaxed from its once tense state, I hugged tighter.
"I know mama.. I just wish he was back now. We all be missin' him dearly.." I somehow manage out through my throat. I felt part of me drift away at that time.
"I'll be in my room if ya need me.." I told her, I let go and walked away, entering my room and closing the door
The last thing I remember was walking towards my bed, after that I heard my moms voice and everything went black.
I was asleep, passed out as some would say. I didn't quite have a dream, but I awoke in a white room. There was no furniture, doors, windows, there was nothing. I remember constantly hearing a voice. It would always say:
"You're going to be okay!"
I never believed it. I'd hear it all the time.
Finally I heard words I never wanted to hear. Words that would destroy me, tear me apart. It never stopped. Until I finally woke up.
My mother was next to me, asleep, it being the middle of the night. As she laid there, I was silently crying, wishing not to wake my mother. Through that night I sat there, constantly thinking.
After a while, I kissed my mothers forehead.
"I love you mama.. goodnight." I laid back down, soon falling back asleep.
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The voice continued.

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