Chapter 19

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Trinity's POV

I wait anxiously as I wait to hear the news of Hayden's baby being born. I know she has given birth successfully, I'm just waiting to see the baby and Hayden to congratulate her. I decide it has been long enough and that I should go visit Hayden in her small room. I get in my wheelchair and I roll my monitor along as I inch closer toward Hayden's room. When I enter the room, I don't see Hayden, but I see my mother and father crying hysterically. I furrow my eyebrows together as I tip my head to the side. I don't know quite what happened, but it doesn't look very bright. "I am sorry, Ms. Trinity. Your sister has passed from blood loss in childbirth," she very calmly says to me. I shake my head and start wildly laughing. "Oh, this is a cruel practical joke, I see. She's not dead, she's alive. Now come on, bring her out. She isn't dead, and I'm sure of it," I say. She shakes her head and says, "No, Trinity. I'm sorry. Hayden has passed." I shake my head knowingly as a business women bursts through the door. She says, "Trinity! We need to know how you feel about Hayden's funeral flowers. Roses or Gerber Daises?" Suddenly, I realize this isn't a joke, and that I'm not in he heavens. I know I'm not asleep. This loss feels worse than anything I've ever felt before. All of my excitement is twisted into horror and sorrow. My once alive eyes have turned lifeless, as I stare blankly ahead. I can't process anything that just happened, and every time I try I just tear up my insides more and more. My heart can't stand the loss, and I feel as if I was on autopilot. The air I'm breathing is dry and my atmosphere is contaminated with hollowing sorrow. I feel my face fall and I can't bring myself to remember what an impact she left on me. She captivated me with everything she did and I never thought I'd live to see the day she left me without saying goodbye. Originally, my life was crumbling, but now, my world is broken pieces on the floor, and I feel they can't be mended.

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