Behind Hazel Eyes

Chapter Three

Chapter three

"Kiera, your mother got into a car accident."

A car accident? What no Mom. No no no no. Oh god please, please! I started sweating and bitting the inside of my cheek. I bit my cheek so hard it started to bleed. For some reason I thought the pain in my cheek may lessen the pain in my heart. I started praying, I don't know why. Is it weird that I started praying, I mean I never pray. Never. I guess I was so desperate, and when your desperate you'll do anything to get a little bit of hope.

"Kiera? I'm so sorry Kiera. She is in the hospital, her injures are very serious. You can go."

"...okay..."

"Are you okay?"

Seriously , are you okay. I mean obviously I'm not okay. I just got news my mom was in a serious accident. Am I okay?! I can feel the anger and fear rushing through my veins, like lava flowing out of a volcano. I am about to explode, but I think of what my mom would say. I decide to be polite, I mean she is just saying what she is suppose to say.

"Um I'm fine. I'm going to go see her."

"Okay honey. I'm so sorry I hope she will be alright."

I don't even grab my backpack, I just rush out to my car. Ya I have a car, if that's what you'd call it. It's more like a giant rusty piece of metal that makes noises. If you heard the noises that piece of junk made you would think you were going crazy.

When I go through the hospital doors I am greeted with the scent of sadness. I see old people, probably waiting for their spouses. I see children alone, probably waiting for their parents or siblings. This one room is filled with so much sadness, that if it were a glass box the glass would shatter into a million pieces. I quickly walk up to the front desk. There are two women behind the counter busily rushing through papers. One catches a glimpse of me and says,

"Hi hun, who are you here for?"

I hesitate for a bit.

"Um my mom, Christina Langley."

"Okay...she is in room 305."

I quickly stroll down the halls and search for numbers.

300....301.....302....303...304.......305.

I peak through the window and see the back of a doctor. I quietly open the door, trying not to disturb them. My attempt failed, utterly failed. Everyone in the room stops and turns to me. They all stare at me, some with pity some with reassurance in their eyes. I take a big gulp.

"Um, I'm here for my mom. Christina Langley..."

One man, probably the head doctor replies with compassion in his tone.

"Yes, you are unable to see her at this time. But, um, I would be happy to send one of my nurses to update you in the waiting room....Sue?"

An older lady comes out from behind him. She is small and looks fragile. She gives me a sympathetic smile.

"Hello sweetie. Right this way."

She walks out the door and down the hall into another waiting room. This room is empty, it is decorated for children. She sits down and pats the seat next to her. I sit down beside her and she looks through some papers on her clipboard. I can tell she is thinking about how to tell me the news about my mother. I bite my cheek and tap my foot. I hate waiting. I can feel the anxiety spreading from my stomach to my head to my toes. It spreads in every direction, like the roots of a tree. She stops searching through the papers and takes a deep breath. Then she tells me something. Something that will change my life forever.

"Your mother..."

She pauses as if it is hard to say. My hands start sweating and I am still chewing the inside of my cheek.

"She is in a coma and the chances of her waking up are very slim."

She waits to see my reaction. I get a huge lump in my throat and my breathing speeds up. I bite my cheek even harder. My eyes start to water and before I know it tears start streaming down my face.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I want to say, ya you could make my mom wake up. You could save her. But I don't I just sit there sobbing like a child. Eventually I muster out one simple word.

"Okay."

"You can come by tomorrow to see her, if you would like."

I look into her eyes and nod my head. She smiles, a sad smile, and leaves me in the room alone.

I can't believe my mom isn't going to be here, I mean she was just fine. She just talked to me this morning! How did this happen! My tears sting my cheek as they make there way down my face. I don't have a mother. I don't have a father. I am an orphan. I am alone in this world that only holds pain and hate for me.

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