Half A Heart

One Way Or Another

I'm officially all cried out. Trust me, I've tried to cry, but nothing comes out anymore.

My doctor must officially think I'm insane, considering I ran out of his office like a mental patient. What was I supposed to do though? I was only left one option if I didn't want to be next person erased from my family tree. But if I do follow that path, I might as well be erased from it anyways.

After I grabbed my keys and drove off, I felt like I was dying right then and there. Do I even have any self-worth to hold onto? I think not.

I've suffered so much pain and loss in my life, that taking my memories away would almost be too easy of a decision. If I could glue my shattered heart back together, would everything go back to the way it used to be?

Right now, I can't think about it. If I do my brain might end up more damaged then it already is. I drive into a rest station just at the edge of town, and shut the car off. If I continue to drive, my anger might get the best of me, which could result in an unfair conclusion. So instead, I decide to fall asleep to my quiet whimpers, and the sound of passing cars.

***

"She's right here! I've found her!" It's the sound of a man over a speaker.

My car door is aggressively opened, making me jolt awake. I open my eyes to find bright daylight and approximately 6 men dressed in Police Uniforms, standing outside my vehicle.

"Excuse me Miss, but is your name Allyson Thomson?" The man standing closest to me practically yells, in a very deep voice.

I nod being very careful not to use my voice, incase it doesn't work.

"I think that you should come with me. I will have some of my officers drive your car to the station." He shows a faint smile but it disappears as quickly as it came.

"What is this about?" I was right, my voice wasn't working properly. I clear my throat to speak again but the officer clearly heard me.

"I think it would be better to discuss the matter at the station Miss." There is sympathy in his voice, making me think the worst.

"No, I want to know now."

"I can't give you the full details until it is confirmed you are indeed Allyson Thomson, but I will let you know that there has been a terrible accident."

I don't really hear my scream until I see the terror on their faces.

***

The car ride wasn't too long-only about 20 minutes. But, the questions lasted for almost 2 hours.

They told me it wasn't a big deal, and the questions were just a simple precaution. Why were they questioning me though? Where were the answers going?

Not only did they repeatedly ask me the same questions, they questions were very pointed.

"Where were you last night?"

"What are you planning on majoring in next year?"

"Do you mind giving us your Doctors phone number so we can clarify your being there?"

The last question was the most pointed for sure.

I couldn't help but hate them already. I'm sure they were nice people, with a spouse, and children. But I hated them because they had those amazing things, and I have nothing. All I have is a mother who I never get to see, and never hear from.

As I sit in this small dark room, with only a table and two chairs, I don't feel any emotions. A normal human being would sit here and feel something pulling at their heart. I sit here and state at the glass that is shielding me from the outside.

A door opening lifts me from my blank thoughts.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Allyson. I had to run a few of your answers by the Detective in charge of this case." The lady who questioned me just minutes ago walks in and takes a seat.

"What case?"

"That's what I need to talk to you about. Your alibi for last night checked in so you aren't guilty of anything, but you still need to know that something terrible happened late last night."

I nod for her to continue, but she looses eyes contact with me, and states to the table;

"Allyson, I'm aware your mother has been a patient at Morrison Health Centre for several years."

My eyes tear up, and my breathing grows faster by the minute.

"I just want to let you know that we are doing everything we can to find out who did this..."

"Who did what?" I cut her off.

"Allyson, the cancer ward was bombed last night, and I'm afraid your mother didn't make it. None of the patients did."

***

1 week later

Shoving all these clothes, into a suitcase feels like I'm packing up my entire life. Even though it's only clothes, I know theoretically I won't have the same life after I go through with this.

After zipping my small suitcase up, I turn around and stare at the empty space before me. I'm really going to miss the place. Or at least I will until I go unconscious.

Right before I close the door, I slam down an old family photo that seemed to be taunting me, grab my car keys, and reach down to pick up the small bundle of papers and a single one-way ticket sitting on the floor in front of me.

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(Hey guys, sorry for the short chapter but I will try to update tomorrow or Friday! I'm also sorry for not updating in a while, but I would love it if everyone voted so I feel like it's getting read. Thank you so much for your support, and make sure to comment what you think so far, and any possible theories!)