Wheels

Chapter XXIII

I listened to the slams of my converse stepping on the marble floor, one foot at a time. The whole world seemed silent and frozen, and I was the only person moving. The atmosphere was thick and smelled of baby wipes and cleaning chemicals. Walking into this hospital made me feel like falling to the floor and not being able to breathe, my lungs being squeezed by a strong hand refusing to let go.

"I really don't want to be here." Anthony whispered into my ear, however my mother overheard him.

"You really should pay your sister a visit." she whispered. "Go sit down over there." She motioned her head to the seats in the waiting room.

It felt as though everything was silent. I could probably hear a pin drop.

"Name of the patient?" the lady at the desk questioned my mother.

"Lily Booth."

"Who's visiting?"

"Mother and siblings."

I could hear the clicking of the keys on her keyboard, and the woman fixed her glasses. "Room 1738."

"Come on." Anthony and I stood up begrudgingly.

We walked down bunches of hallways and made ourselves to my sister's room. We knocked, and the door was opened by a tiny nurse who was probably about 4'11 and in her late 20s.

"Hi! She just woke up, so just be patient while she adjusts." the woman brought us over to the other side of the room.

And there she was, Lily sitting up on the bed.

Her hair was all gone, but her eyes stood out. Anthony, Lily, and I all shared the same blue eyes.

"I missed you!" my mother sat beside her bed and landed a kiss on her cheek.

Lily pointed to the coloring books sitting on the table beside her, and my mother retrieved them and gave them to her, along with the box of crayons sitting beside it.

"So how have you been?" my mother tried to start conversation with her.

She held up a fist with her thumb, signaling us that she was good.

I looked at my mother, and her face was stone cold, her eyes becoming puffy. I then looked over at Anthony, and he got up and exited the room.

"Maeve, go with your brother." my mother ordered.

"But-"

"No 'buts.' Go. Now." her voice became rough.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up, then followed Anthony out of the room.

He headed outside and took a seat on a bench beside the building in a small garden area. I watched as he removed a box from his pocket.

"What's that?" I questioned, curious as to what was inside.

"Killers." he opened up the box and slid out a cigarette.

Oh no no no no no no no.

"Anthony!" I attempted to slap it out of his hand.

"What?" he took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.

"Why? Why are you smoking?"

"Don't know, don't care." I watched as he placed it into his mouth then took it out, blowing out a puff of smoke.

I slapped my hand on my forehead as I wondered what to do. I'm sick already of having to deal with my mother smoking, and now my brother? My twin brother. Seriously?

I'm going to lose everyone, and I'm going to end up having no one.

Am I the only person who has deadly fear of being alone? I always need someone that I can go to for anything. I always need someone that I know will always be there no matter what.

A/N

sorry this chapter was kinda short but ye enjoy