Trinity

Chapter 12

Trinity's POV

I sat up in my bed, and fell back onto the pillow. I slowly begin to regain myself after much fear and what seemed like hallucination. After about five minutes that felt like forever, I opened my eyes to see no one is in my room. The tables in my room have been cleaned and it is daytime instead of nighttime. For an odd reason, the air around me just feels thinner and musty, as if no one has visited for days. I am worried about what may have happened, and how long was a sleep. I pick up the remote which seems extremely heavy to my weak, fragile hands and turn on the news. In the corner of the screen, I see the date and time, and I notice that three days have passed since I last was in my human host. Do my parents think that I am in a coma? But they must know where I went. I'm sure Hayden told them, I think. It is still very early, and it is just the break of dawn. I decide to lay back and wait for my parents to come, considering it is a Saturday and I don't have a lesson today.

~Two days later, Monday afternoon, 4:00~

Hayden's POV

I burst into Trinity's hospital room with bad news on the tip of my tongue. I am holding in my tears until I can see her, in hopes of her smile and hopefully reassuring words making the pain lessen. As I arrive in the room, Trinity's eyes are wide, and I know that she can see there is something wrong with me. I sit down at the end of her bed as I stuff my troubled face into the mattress. I suddenly let all of my feelings release from my body as the tears slip down my cheek. "What's wrong Hayden?" Trinity softly asks me. I would be concerned too if I saw my sister crying with such intensity. "He-he's dead.  Edward d-died in a c-car crash," I choke out of my clogged throat. Her eyes widen as she sits slack-jawed. It looks as if she is leaning forward with her arms open for me to lifelessly fall into, but she is held back by the machine, and I do not want to lift my face, as it seems it is glued with my sorrow. I truly loved him, I did, and I don't know what I will do to help take care of the baby. I feel as though no one could feel any worse than I do right now. I lost someone I cared about, and it wasn't even his fault. Though it may not be normal, I am angry at the world. I go on sobbing all night, my tears lulling me to sleep after so long, and I do not say a word. Sorrow and greif is something everyone goes though, but mine slapped me in the face with its numb hands at the wrong time.