Fractured

Chapter 6

The women crumbles to the ground in front of me.

It hurts me.

Seeing my mother like this.

Crying showes weakness Alexis she drilled it into my head at a young age.

I think it showes strength tho.

Even the strongest people need to break down to sometimes, and if crying is your way to be weak then cry.

Bottling up all your emotions isn't good for you either.

My mother is strong. Stronger then she knows.

My father left this world at a young age in my life. I give my

Mother credit she tried her hardest to raise two children by herself.

I know it was tough it had to be.

Sometimes I blame myself for the way she is. She had to put on her best facade and act like everything was okay, and try to be normal just for me and my brother.

She's stronger than anyone knows.

Someone clears there voice from infront of me.

I look up at the person, a doctor dressed in all white.

"Hello Miss." The doctor says addressing me and looking at my sobbing mother on the ground crumpled by my feet.

I help my mother up and seat her on a fold up chair in the hallway.

"Hello. I'm Alex. I say and shake his outstretched hand.

He stares at Conner expecting and introduction.

Conners not going to introduce himself so I do.

"And this is Conner." I say to the doctor gesturing to the boy on my left.

He eyes us suspiciously.

"I'm Doctor Allen.

"How where you related to the patient?" He asks with a expression on his face that I can't read.

"Well, I'm not really sure who the patient is."

"Andrew." He says waiting for my expression and adds "Andrew Willow."

What? Andrew was at home and sleeping the last time I checked.

I guess it was this morning the last time I checked.

"Andrew Willow?" I reply.

Looking at the middle aged man who looks to be as old as my mother and has pieces of white hair contrasting his black hair.

"Yes." He says and I recognize the expression from before. Pity.

I don't want his pity. Or anyone's. Andrew will be okay. He has to be.

"He's my brother. Where is he?" I ask the doctor.

"Three doors down, Visiting is closed right now."

I don't care if visiting is closed. If my brother is seriously hurt I want to see him.

I begin to walk towards Andrews room.

But someone grabs my wrist and stops me.

His hand is ripped away from my wrist almost immediately after it's touched me.

And an angry voice rings out.

"The hell it is."

Everyone in the hallway has paused to look where the sudden commotion is coming from.