Fate's Decision

Chapter Three

March 28, 2013, 8:30 p.m.

I get in the ambulance that is carrying my body away to the hospital. I give the scene a final look over and realize that the driver of the tractor and trailer was sitting on the back of an ambulance next to a police officer.

Next, I look to another set of EMTs working on Lilian.

They're working slowly and without any intention anymore. This can only mean one thing, can't it?

The ambulance doors shut me in the back and I scream as loudly as I possibly can for Lilian, pounding on the glass.

"She's going into cardiac arrest!" An African American yells to her colleague. "Prepare the shock pads!"

From there she begins to shout orders everywhere and I can't keep up. My chest shoots up as they send the volts of electricity through my body in an attempt to start my heart back up.

"Come on, sweetheart," the woman whispers. "You can pull through this."

*

I run after the EMTs pushing my stretcher through the halls of the hospital and try to keep up. "She has internal bleeding in her upper abdomen."

I'm now in a large operating room full of multiple different doctors. The man, whom I assume is in charge, orders my anesthesia, an IV that pumps all sorts of drugs into my system.

I don't stick around to watch, instead I slip out as another doctor slips in. I walk out into the waiting room and spot my parents, siblings, grandpa, and uncle sitting together. My parents are hugging each other tightly, trying to hold themselves together.

"Mom, is Persephone going to be okay?" Tristan asks her, his tone thick with sadness and worry.

"I don't know, sweetheart," she smiles weakly. "She's a strong girl, she'll make it out of this just fine."

It sounded like a statement of reassurance for herself rather than Tristan. He takes it anyway, and let's out a small sigh of relief as if those words would be all it took to save me.

A man dressed in blue, the man that was the main guy that I recognized in my operation was approaching them with a look of defeat. He stopped about a foot in front of my family and swallowed hard. "Are you the family of Persephone Carters?"

My mom shoots up before he even finishes asking. "Yes, is she okay?"

"Ma'am, you may want to take a seat," he frowns, she doesn't listen. "I'm sorry to inform you but Persephone didn't make it. Her internal bleeding was so extensive, and it could not be stopped."

My mom collapsed to the ground in tears and my dad followed her. My brother and sister hugged each other and I heard one of them mumble in the smallest voice I had ever heard, "I don't have a big sister anymore."

My grandfather took the longest to process the information. He got up, rubbed the stubble on his chin and walked away slowly. When he got outside, it finally hit him and he cried.

I'm dead.

Why hasn't anything changed? Will I just be a wandering soul forever?

Where are the both of my grandmothers?

Where is Lilian?

What about the woman that I referred to as my second mother? She had passed away last month.

Lilian died with me, where is she?

Why am I all alone here?