Before You Go

Prologue

Beep. Beep. Beep. This was the only sound that echoed throughout the dimly lit room. The walls painted a pale white color with small flowers all in a line, in strips surrounding the whole room. A single television and white board hung on the walls side-by-side. The white board held different color smiley faces and the doctor and nurse on calls names. The stickers seemed to be placed there in attempt to cheer up the patients, but even me, a non-patient, they yield no power in this type of atmosphere.

How am I possibly supposed to smile at a time like this? I don't even know if I am physically capable of smiling anymore.

Tonight was supposed to be an amazing night; Calvin and I have been talking about this night for the last three months. Senior prom is supposed to be a night to remember. Or at least that is what everyone constantly says about it.

A magical night to spend with your friends and boyfriend, but there was no doubt in my mind this was going to be a night to remember. Not because something magical or amazing happened. Instead it will forever be a reminder of the day I lost my love.

This night was supposed to be memorable. The night Calvin and I forgot all about our problems and just enjoyed us. Well this was how my night was supposed to go. Instead I ended up lying in a hospital bed beside the guy I love with all my heart, mascara running down my face and to top it off I am wearing my prom dress. A bright pink dress that is extremely too lively for this room. We never made it to prom; he never even made it to my house in fact.

Instead he was rushed here to Saint Antonio's Memorial Hospital and sentenced a shorted life span. We all knew this day would come. We were preparing ourselves, but nothing prepared us for how quick it came upon us. We thought we had months, years at the most. Instead we were relying on minutes and hours.

I continued to lay my head on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart compared to the monitor. Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the heartache I experienced the next minute when neither his heart nor monitor provided another beat. Instead all that was heard was the continuous sound from the monitor. A steady flat line.