It's the dreaded week. The week no one wants, the week we're all afraid to waste.
The week where Mrs. Jensen is released from the hospital.
How did time go so fast? How has it already been two months? I can't believe I let myself lose track of time, and I can tell Myles is in shock as well. He was over at my place when the hospital called his cell phone. He cried for hours before going to pick her up. I cried with him.
When I saw her, I was in shock. She seemed so healthy, with her plump cheeks and tan skin. She looked like she came from a vacation. But I can see it. The hollowness under her eyes, the prominence of her collarbones and the yellow tint in her skin tone. It was clear she was dying.
I'm letting Myles have his time with her. He needs it more than ever. I sit in my bedroom, watching random Netflix movies that I'm not even paying attention to on my laptop. I glance over, and see no life next door. Just the boy at his desk, talking to someone on the phone.
I pick up my cell, and I dial my mom.
"Hello?" Her voice is like a warm blanket. I miss her.
"Mom?"
"Sweetheart! Hi! How are you?" I can hear my dad ask in the background if it was me.
"I'm...I could be better, honestly."
"Oh, what's going on? Is everything okay at home?" I could feel my tears forming, and I fight the urge to sob.
"No, Mom, it's not. Can you put me on speaker? You guys need to hear this." I say.
"Okay, you're on speaker now. What's happening?"
"Yeah, Sally, what's the matter?" I hear my dad ask. God, I want them here more than ever. I let out a shaky breath.
"Mom, Dad, Mrs. Jensen is on her last week. She can't be cured. She's...." I feel like I'm getting strangled. "She's going to die."
Silence is the response I get. I don't blame them. Mrs. Jensen is the reason why my parents got together. She and my mom are best friends.
"Oh my god. I can't believe this is actually happening." My mom whispers.
"How are Myles and Ned?" Dad asks, his voice shaky. I tense at Myles' dads name.
"Ned had left Mrs. Jensen because he couldn't handle her cancer anymore. And Myles.....he's broken. He can't fathom it, still."
"I always knew Ned was wrong for her. It's too bad she couldn't find the right one before...before...." I hear Mom sobbing, and it breaks my heart.
"I'm so sorry I can't be here with you, Sally. I wish I can. Maybe, maybe if it happens, we can come to her...her funeral, and we can stay with you for a little while. Just until we can move on from the grief." I'm letting out soft sobs, and I want that to happen.
"Yes, that would be....be great. I miss you, I miss you guys so much." I whisper.
"We miss you too, honey. Are you going to be okay, for now?" Mom asks.
"I think I will. Keep in touch, will you?"
"Of course. Goodbye, Sally. I love you." Mom says, and Dad echoes her.
"I love you guys too. Goodbye." I hang up the phone, and I sit at my desk chair, wheeling it around for a while, just to keep myself busy, and to keep my mind off the inevitable.
I hear a window opening, and I hear my phone go off.
Blushy Boy: Open ya window.
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An Open Window
Teen FictionMaybe your view on someone can change drastically, maybe they turn out to be someone you can get along with easily.