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Chapter Seven

Willow

“Willow.”, I heard Mom call out to me.

I look up startled by Mom’s suddenly call.

I was so into my thoughts that I did not realize Mom was calling me.

Mom slightly laughs to my reaction and turns her body to me. She holds my hands in hers.

“I would just like to apologize for yesterday..”, She pauses, looking away from me, “I didn’t mean for you to see me like that. I didn’t want you to see me act that...I just...I knew this day would come.. But I. I didn’t know what to do…”.

‘You just didn’t know how to handle it’, I finish for her in my head.

Mom already looked like she was on the edge of bursting out in tears again.

“I know you only met her for a short time and I’m sorry I let this happen. I just…”. A tear starts to fall as she eyes me. She was still in pain afterall.

“Whatever I do at this point… don’t end up like me. Please be stronger than I am. Please just don-”

“Mom, stop please!”, I interrupt.

It was my turn to cry. I was standing up ready to fight for her, for this emotion she was dealing with because this was not something Abuela would want.

I stood in front of her, wiping the tears that were rolling down my face.

“Why are you apologizing so much!? I know. It was no one’s fault! I know it may hurt you, but we have to keep a promise to Abuela because she’s trying to help us! Please, just please….stop. I hate to see you like this!”, I sit on the grass with my knees to my chest and bury my head in them and then cry hard.

I could not take it. Now I was scared. Would if this brings her into the wrong state of mind forever and she really does end up like Abuela, but in the most saddest way?

“Willow.”, Mom says to me sadly.

I feel her rub my back for comfort and whisper things in spanish to help me calm down.

“Things will be better for the both of us”, I hear her whisper to me.

I lift my head up. “You promise?”

Mom stares at me painly, but nods her head in reassurance. She then helps me up and hugs me without saying anything.

It was a long hug, as if she knew something was going to happen. Something that she knew she would regret doing later on.

“Everything is a sacrifice. So don’t blame anyone or yourself, you hear me?”, Mom says as we continue to walk in the grass.

I nod.

“I will always love you, Mi Vida”, Mom whispers lowly for me to not hear.

. . .

After a few hours, we come back home. It was 3:30 pm and Dad was home.

“Hey!”, Dad says as he gets up from the couch and walks towards the both of us.

He hugs the both of us and kisses both of our foreheads.

“Hey Dad!”, I say to him enthusiastically.

I was starting to feel better, since Mom and I had more peaceful time together outside.

“Willow, go upstairs for a little bit, while I talk to your Dad about something”, Mom says to me in a much more happier tone.

I glance over at her and she smiled at me. It finally looked real this time, or so I thought. I ran across the living room to the stairs and ran up to my room, preparing myself for me-time. I leave the door open this time, sat on my bed, checking on my phone that I haven’t touched in weeks. There were so many missed calls and text messages from family members and friends as I scrolled through my notifications.

“Willow, we’ll be back!”, I heard Dad shout out from downstairs.

“Ok! Don’t do anything fun without me!”, I yelled back.

I heard both Mom and Dad chuckle out loud as the door closed.

. . .

“WE NEED TO TAKE TO HER TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW!”, I heard someone shout.

“WILLOW!”. I felt someone shake me violently.

My vision was blurred at first as my eyes were beginning to open.

"MOVE OUT THE DAMN WAY!”, Another person shouted out.

“She’s dead!”

What?

“WILLOW!”. My vision finally cleared and all I saw was Dad, his eyes were filled bloodshot as if something terrible happened.

“Willow, wake up!”, Dad yelled out at me.

Why was he shouting?

“Dad?”, I weakly call out for I was still feeling a bit tired. I looked around to see my room trashed, specifically expensive looking stuff scattered all over the floor that was once in bag that I know weren’t there before.

Then I heard the ambulance siren out our window. Bright blue and red colors flashing voilently in front of our house.

‘I’ll find another way to be happy again’

No.

‘Whatever I may do, at this point… don’t end up like me. Please be stronger than I am.’

No. Mom.

Everything was suddenly coming to conclusion as I ran out the room as fast as lightning and went to the area where everyone was crowding over at.

I fell on my knees immediately, as tears fell from my eyes and dropped to the ground. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. My body felt heavy and my hands were twitching.

Her body was being carried out the tub.

Blood was scattered all over the walls, sink, mirror, toilet, everywhere.

But I could not see her face. I didn’t want to look at her. Instead my eyes were eyeing the sharp large knife plastered with blood all over as it was just laying on the rug.

“This was your way of making yourself happy?!”, I yelled inside my head aggressively.

As they carried her away from sight, I caught a glimpse of her neck. It was bent backwards, but there was a deep cut at her throat.

‘Killing yourself was your way of making you happy?’, The voice in my head yelled out again aggressively, but with more power.

This was a huge step back. And was definitely something I could not handle. At that moment I wanted to take that knife and shove it through my stomach, but would good would that do?

That would only cause more pain.

More sorrow.

I felt hands carry me up by my waist. I was too weak to fight it.

Would good what fighting do?

I just kept sobbing, letting the tears wet my shirt.

I misunderstood you, Mom.

But now I can never misunderstand you again. Nor would I ever be able to fully understand you.

I will never be able to understand how you really felt, or why you felt that way, or when you were ever going to stop feeling that way.

I will never be able to forgive myself for not understanding you.

Abuela, I’m sorry.

This may be your happy ending.

But this could never be mine.




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Hellloo everyone! Its Leena! And back with a new chapter. I got to say, this new update is very annoying...like wassup with all these lines under the words, idk, it just annoys me the most. And again, pardon me for being gone so long to make it up to you, I will be posting three chapters today and will be editing the titles posted later.

But how did you like it? How did you feel throughout this story?

Comment, like, share, and have fun with it. Until next time.

~Leena