It Follows

1 Call

   I can feel my grandma's hot breath on my neck. I shift my body so that I'm facing towards the window. Outside the hospital there is probably 1 hundred cars, in the parking lot. The wind is blowing on to the trees, and the leaves are slowly falling off. For it being May, I'm surprised by the weather. I look at the wall next to the calender it says, May 6 2017. 1 more day until funeral planning. I wonder what I will get from the will. I look up at the t.v. and reach across the bed for the remote. I switch the t.v. to on. "22 dead, after a Mexico shooting." I switch the channel, "Amercia gets the goal!" I switch to another channel, "I'm Carly, I'm Sam, And this is..." I switch channels again. "Selena Gomaz, with a new bae. Is Kayne making a new song stay tuned..." Another switch, " Archie, can you talk to Jughead, for me. Please." I keep it on Riverdale, I've watched this episode but it is better than everything else. My mind wonders, I wish I knew why the doctor left in such a hurry. That must have been a very important call that he got if, he left so crazy.

    My dad's mom is so crazy, she is always getting mad at someone most of the times it's my parent's and me, so I'm glad she's mad at the doctors right now. This is the most she has ever paid attention to me and the most she has held me since I was a baby. I can't wait till I can leave, go back home with my dad, go back to work and school and my friends. I miss them and I miss my old life. I miss my mom and I miss feeling safe everyday. The night that put me in the hospital was no accident, someone wanted me dead. And my dad ended up in the hospital too. Someone must really hate this family. I hope everything can go back to normal soon very, very soon.

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It's been a week since I was in the hospital and a lot has happened. I helped planned the funnural, my mom's funnural took place, my dad is very sick and is in bad condition, I have been released from the hospital, my grandma and grandpa from my dad's side has stopped talking to me and left to who knows where, my grandparents from my mom's side are leaving on a vacation to Hawaii they invented me but I turned it down so I could stay with my dad. After all of that the texts have stopped, I'm staying at a friend's house, I have been working at my job again, I'm going to school and finishing all of my homework from the weeks, I have started going back to hockey practice. Every Sunday I go to church and pray for my dad's life.

    I lost my mom and I'm not losing him. Every Saturday and Monday I spend time with him and talk to the doctors. On Thursdays I get questioned by the cops and I don't think they will stop until they find the killer of my mom. I hope they don't stop until they find the person who is tearing my life apart. I also hope that my dad wakes up. But it's been awhile and I'm losing hope. I still see him and pray. I pray every minute I get. He needs me and I need him too. As my life slowly starts getting put back together, 1 thing ruins it. A phone call.

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I pickup the phone, I don't know the number. "Hello, this is Doctor Ashmail. I'm sorry to say but Todd Moone is dead."

AUTHORS NOTE:
Happy New Year 2018😁