The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

I won't let you go

Siana's P.O.V.

"We're calling it, doctor. Time of death is December tenth, two thousand fourteen, eleven forty-one, a.m."

That sentence was like a dagger to my already broken, and very confused heart.

I sit outside the room that used to hold something very dear to my heart. This one room, in this huge children's hospital once held something so dear to many people's hearts, and in an instance, it was ripped from all our lives. One second, she's alive, breathing, laughing, and smiling. Then, she's cold, lifeless, gone. And all of it happened in the matter of three minutes. Three minutes is all it took to change a life's worth of healing.

My bony elbows dug into my knees as I held my head in my hands, emotionless. I hear the doctors talking in the background, but I had zoned out. I blocked everything except my thoughts. Not even Hunter's voice was able to pull me away from my own agony. Not even the crying of my eight month old daughter made me snap out of it. Not even for a split millisecond. I watch as bits of moisture drip from my eyes, hitting the dirty floor beneath the soles of my converse, but I didn't even let out a squeak. I heard Hunter's voice from above me, maybe beside, begging me to look at him. Begging me to look at our daughter, and fulfill my duties as her mother.

But I couldn't.

I was in too much shock.

His voice sounded distant, and I was wishing he could somehow pull me out of this state of mind. Out of this state of mind that let the horrible thoughts flood it, drown it almost.

"Siana Louise Derek." I hear him say clearly, though we both knew that my last name was never really Derek, and it wasn't even Carter anymore.

I find the strength to slowly lift my head up, and look into the eyes that held confusion, and fear. He stood tall, towering above me with Alana sobbing in his arms. Not even the tears from my daughter's eyes brought tears to my own. Maybe it was the fact I had lost my innocent ten year old sister, and I didn't know how to cope. Maybe it was the fact that she looked just like her, and I didn't know how to cope to that either.

The curly blonde hair, huge green eyes, long eye lashes, chubby cheeks.

They might just be identical.

"Siana," Hunter breathes out, kneeling in front of me. Alana laid her tiny head against his shoulder, and though she had no clue what was going on, she still cried breathlessly.

"What?" I ask, sounding as if I were out of breath myself.

He opens his mouth to talk, but nothing was heard. Nothing, at all.

"What do you want Hunter?" I asked, not letting my voice waver.

"It... It'll be ok." He whispers, letting a hand rest against my leg.

A stray tear slips from the corner of my eye, and I push away his hand. "Do you really think that's the best thing to say right now?"

"It's something to say." He whispers.

"Well I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear any of it, just, go away." I say, hearing my own voice crack, which means he must have heard it too.

I watch as a nurse cautiously takes Alana from Hunter's arms and in any other moment, I'd never allow it, but what scared me the most is that I didn't care. I gladly let a stranger hold my child, and I didn't care.

Before Hunter or I could stop me, I was walking away. I took long, desperate strides down the hall, letting the tears fall a bit faster with every step. I hear Hunter running up behind me, but I try to resist his touch when he grabs my hand.