Memoire of a Ratrash

Short Story

"Take me to Paradise Valley Medical Clinic, Quick!" I close the door, the driver starts driving, and, although we are going at least 10 over the speed limit, yet the taxi almost feels stagnant. I'm praying I have access to her room. When the car stops I toss money through the window and jog into the hospital. I slap the desk when I get up there.

"Can I please see Olivia Roberts?" I say in a rush, the lady at the desk looks at me weird.

"Name?"

"Izabelle Hagan"

"Sit there, we'll have to talk to her parents"

I walk over and sit in the uncomfortable waiting chairs, and watch her go down a hallway, I debate following her, but decide against it. I sit and think while I wait.

It's been 1 week and 3 days since I have last seen her, and I just got the video 15 minutes ago, I look at the message again. I start crying, listening to the last words she said.

"Izabelle, you were the most important person to me, and I'm sorry" she starts crying "I'm so sorry, about everything, but this is my goodbye"

13 minutes ago, my mom got the call that the Roberts were going to the hospital. 12 minutes ago I started running. 10 minutes ago I hopped in a taxi. And here I am

I arduously try not to cry when I hear footsteps.

"Izabelle, you may come in now" I hear, I stand up and walk calmly down the hall, following the girl from the desk. I'm extremely anxious. I enter the room and see her mom wipe her tears and stand up, immediately noticing me. I look around the room, the whole vibe feeling quite morose. I finally look at the bed and see her inanimate body. She didn't deserve this. I sit in the room by the window and watch. Her parents, I'm assuming, forgot about me. I eventually fall asleep crying against the wall.

. . .

I wake up to her mom tapping my shoulder, I realize its morning and stand up.

"It's time to go home" she smiles at me.

I wipe the tears off my face and smile at her, trying to be brave. I stand and stretch a little, looking over at the bed, Oliva's body still unconscious. I smile sadly and walk out, waving to Oliva, and hoping this won't be the last.

(underlined words are vocab btw)