Emma’s P.O.V.
My mind was racing and I tried to think straight as I rode as fast as I could to my house. When it finally came into view, I let out a sigh of relief. Nothing looked out of the ordinary… from the outside. When I got to the pathway leading to the front door, I leapt off my bike and sped to the front door. I flung the door open to see a huge mess. It looked as if all the closets and bookshelves threw up. Jackets, shoes and books were strewn everywhere. I hurdled myself over clumps of paper in search of my grandpa. I finally saw his small body peering into the fridge.
“Grandpa?” I said cautiously.
His small and wrinkled face looked up to see me. His eyes looked tired as they met mine.
“Oh hello Emma,” he started, his voice smooth, “Don’t mind the mess, I was just looking for the TV remote. I still am actually.”
He scratched his head as he scanned the fridge. He shut the door in frustration and sighed as he looked at me.
“Do you know where it is?” he asked.
I shot a glance over to the TV room and saw that it wasn’t on the coffee table where it usually was. I looked backed to him and shook his head when something caught my eye. Something was bulging from his pocket.
“Grandpa, what’s in your pocket?”
He looked confused as if he didn’t know that something was in his pocket. He reached his hands down and pulled out a sleek, black TV remote.
“Found it.” He mumbled, waddling down to the couch.
I couldn’t move. I was in shock and my body felt numb. My grandpa was behaving as if he had… Alzheimer’s.
“Emma?” he asked, bringing me back to reality, “Do you know where my glasses are?”
I could see them dangling from his neck from the little band that he wore as a necklace.
“There around your neck, Grandpa.” I chocked.
He looked down and saw that they were there. He put them on hastily without a word.
“Do you need anything?” I asked.
“Nope I’m fine.” He grumbled.
Without a word, I dashed upstairs and jumped into my room, tears rolling down my face. I reached for the phone and dialed Eric’s number. He answered immediately.
“Hello?” his sweet voice chimed.
“Eric?” I croaked.
“Emma?” he urged, “What’s wrong?”
“My grandpa…” as I started telling him, I broke down.
Eric’s P.O.V.
As she told me about her grandpa, I wanted nothing more than to be there with her. To hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok. I wasn’t with her though. All I could do was try to comfort her with my words. And I did. I noticed that she had calmed down quite a bit. I looked to the clock on my wall and saw that we had been talking for more than 3 hours and it was almost 10 pm on a school night. When her words started to get heavier and she became quieter, I knew she was falling asleep.
“Emma?” I whispered.
“Mmmmmm?” she cooed.
“How about I come to your house tomorrow morning and we bike to school together?”
“That would be wonderful.” Her words becoming mush.
“Okay, I’m going to let you sleep now, but I’ll be at your house tomorrow morning.”
“K.” she mumbled.
I hung up and lay down. I forced my eyes to shut, knowing that I needed to sleep. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Emma. I couldn’t believe that she was here just yesterday, sleeping in my arms. I was so happy that she was in my life. Before I knew it, my train of though had been derailed into blackness…
