"Today, however can change things for better or worse. The outcome depends on you."
When a marriage fails, the residue trickles down to everyone in the family. Sixteen-year-old Daya Nicole Johnston must fight to understand what is happening in her l...
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* Daya's Room *
I was awoken by a gentle shake to my shoulders and a whisper in my ear.
"Day, are you up? You've been asleep forever, come on," are the words that brought me out of my semi-peaceful dream state.
With unsure motives, I gradually opened my eyes to be greeted by my best friend's tranquil hazel pupils. I faintly muttered a soft-hearted, "Hey," as I tried to form a smile on my reluctant face. His soft digits quietly placed the strands of my brunette locks out of my face, tucked effortlessly behind my ear to reveal my fatigued expression.
"How long was I out?" I asked as I put my hand over his after I realized that it never left my face.
"A few days, I think you had a coma, but don't worry, I've been looking after you," he deadpanned.
I nodded my head, smiling up at him as I chuckled saying, "You've been taking care of me? I wonder how I'm still alive."
I slowly turned my head at the realization that my mother was no longer beside me anymore.
"Hey, do you know where my mom is?" I questioned to only get a somber look in return. It replaced his smile and made me increasingly nervous.
I forced myself to sit up in my bed and looked him dead in the eyes as I asked again. "Do you know where my mother is?"
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Still, I only got a blank look from him. "Jay."
I whispered as the last resort, "If you don't tell me I'll just think the worst. Please."
"Day, don't worry so much, I was just thinking how to word this, but since you won't give me that time." He snickered and finished with, "She took your brother to the Emergency Room."
My mind immediately went to several different outcomes. I pondered why he needed to be there. I could assume it had something to do with the disaster area that was once called my living room.
"What happened? Is he alright?" I hastily asked him, barely taking a breath in between questions.
"He um, had a bloody hand and needed stitches. And on a completely unrelated note, remind me to never tick off your brother," he stated with a halfhearted laugh.
