The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

One of God's Angels

Siana’s P.O.V.

The dream that had caused me to wake up crying tore at my heart. She was alive, and healthy. Her long, curly blonde hair would flow down her back as I watched her dance in the sunshine of my backyard. Her laughter echoed in my head, and I memorized everything that’d happen. Her big eyes were more vibrant than ever, and her smile more blinding. She was happy, and looked as if she never had a cancer treatment in her life.

Then I’d wake up.            

I find the space between Hunter and I astonishing. Never had we lain so far apart from each other. It was almost as if we were two negative magnets, forced to be in each other’s presence. I refused to roll any closer to him, while any other morning I would roll back over and fall asleep in his arms.

I got up immediately, and went to the music room. The music room was by far the quietest place in the house, and it was almost uncomfortably quiet this morning. The sound of police sirens weren’t even heard, and it made me think to believe that even the part of Nashville that surrounded me was reverently silent to mourn Caroline’s death.

Surely they weren’t, though.

My mind was fogged and hazed by my thoughts as I stared outside, out at the awfully sunny day. Fluffy white clouds brushed the horizon of Nashville, and the sun was beating down on the people who happily walked on the sidewalks. I sat there in a metal folding chair, just wishing I had the strength the pick myself up and do something. The dishes had to be done. The laundry was overdue. Alana needed me. Hunter needed me.

Yet, I couldn’t pull myself together.

I sat there silently, thinking, knowing there were times I took her short life for granted. I took times where she’d annoy me for no reason, or the times where I would turn down the chance to hang out with her all for granted. Where now, if I could, I would cherish every second I had with her. Hold onto it for as long as I could. Lock it away in my heart, and never forget it.

So here I was, letting my mind drift off into the flashbacks that I would fight to remember, for as long as I could.

I close my eyes and let my mind wander off into the past of my twelve year old self. My long, skinny legs swung back and forth, barely touching the ground. I sat in a hospital chair, impatiently waiting for any sort of news about my mom, and the baby, Caroline. At least, I hoped it was a girl. We didn’t know for sure yet, but I was hoping deep down it was a girl. I had enough brothers as it is.

Hunter was doing the exact same thing as I was, down to the last detail. Lynette was here, too. Hunter Lynette and I were the only ones, so far. The boys were still in school, since they were in high school, Timmy was at pre-school, and dad was at work. When my mom called Lynette and said that she had gone into labor, she decided to pick Hunter and I up from school. So, here we were.

“Think she’s ok?” I whisper to Hunter.

He nods his head. “Yeah, I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t worry, Z.”

I gulp. “Alright,”

We sat in more silence, for what seemed like forever. Dad soon got there, as did Trevor, the twins and Timmy. Hours passed, and the level of my worry was shooting sky high. Who knew what was really going on? All I knew is that they didn’t let anyone else but dad in the hospital room, leaving me with an emotional Lynette and five boys.

Hunter eventually catches on to how anxious I was, and holds my hand out of comfort. Trevor, being my over protective eighteen year old brother gave me a look, but everyone knew it was in a friendly way.