My mom?
I got the phone and called 911.
Dispatcher- 911, what's your emergency ?
Me-My mom! I-I think she's dead.
Dispatcher-What happened?
Me-I came home from my... friends house.. and like my mom was on the couch and I thought she was sleeping so I went to sleep and I woke up and she was still sleeping and like I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't wake up and please help!!!!!!
Dispatcher- An ambulance is on there way. Is there anything weird looking about her or where she's sitting?
Me-Uhh
Me-OH MY GOD YES THERES HANDPRINTS AROUND HER NECK
Dispatcher-Calm down. Is she breathing?
Me-No!!! Ahh
Dispatcher- Is there any blood or bleeding of her throat?
Me-Umm... Yes! There is blood coming out of her throat.
Dispatcher-The ambulance will be there soon.
Me- Okay okay okay sorry I'm freaking out.
Just then an ambulance pulled into my driveway.
"Over here!!" I yelled.
The paramedics burst through the door with a stretcher. They lifted my moms skinny body easily onto it. They rushed off and put her in the ambulance. "Ma'am! Would you like to ride?" They asked me. "No thanks, I'll come later."
I said.
They sped off in the ambulance. I was in shock. 1st my best friend, now my mom?
Everyone I knew was dying-all at once! It felt unreal.
I wish it wasn't real
But it was.
This was reality. No matter if I liked it or not, the only 2 important people in my life were dead.
What was I going to do? If my mom died, I'd have to move in with foster parents and away from here. I couldn't do that. This was the day after I found out my best friend killed herself.
I kept forgetting Lex is gone.
All of a sudden I imagined she was next to me and laughing and I was laughing too and we were drinking lemonade.
I started sobbing. My mom bothered me and I hated her but life would be so different without walking up to her knitting a scarf and watching some dumb tv show and us arguing.
Not calling Lex to complain. Not hugging Lex when I was sad, not talking to her, nothing.
I decided to ride my bike to the hospital which was a few miles away. I wanted to see if my mom was really dead. I wondered why there were handprints on her neck.
I opened the garage and got out my bike. It was the one I got when I was 7. It was 7 years old and had floral designs on it. On the side it said "Flower power" But I didn't care.
I jumped on it and rode as fast as I could. I didn't know where the hospital was. I kind of guessed and after an hour and a half of looking, I found it. I parked my bike and ran to the front desk.
There was a lady with large, square glasses sitting at the countertop. She had black hair and was probably in her 40s.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a patient that was just admitted about 2 hours ago, her name was Linda Franklin"
"Yes. She came in at 12:57 pm, are you immediate family?"
"Yeah, I'm her daughter."
"She's in room 344. 3rd floor."
"Okay, thanks." I said and darted to the elevator. I ran on and clicked the "3" button. There were 5 other people on the elevator and they all stared at me.
Dang it! I thought. I was still wearing my froggy pajama pants and a tank top. "Sorry guys my mom just died so I'm not up with the latest trends." I said. They all turned away.
I got off the elevator. I looked to my right. 300. To my left was 399.
I ran to the right. 316, 330, 338, 340,342,
I stopped.
344.
I slowly opened the door. My mom was laying on a cot with several tubes in her nose and arms. She had a very slow heartbeat on the monitor next to her. Doctors surrounded my mom, speaking quietly.
"Excuse me?" I said.
They all turned.
"Is my mom okay? is she going to live? What happened to her?" I asked quickly.
"So this is your mom, eh kid." An older male doctor said.
"Yes sir."
"First of all, she could die any second. There was barley any oxygen in her body when she came here. Second of all, most likely not." He said casually.
I was stunned.
"What... happened to her...?" I asked.
"Sweetie, your not gonna be too pleased to hear this but your mom didn't die of natural causes." He said slowly and calmly.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"She was murdered."
