Me and my father were to visit my grandmother in the hospital today, she wasn't sick. She was just old and had had a fall. We all just expect her to be fine, after all she always was. Grandma was known around our family for the woman who literally kept getting up back onto her feet. No matter what held her down. I hope this time isn't any different. But for some reason, I get the bad, sour feeling it will be. Like nothing will ever be the same again. Like you didn't ask for a chance but it pushed its way in your life and refuses to leave. I wished it was just nerves. Probably was. I need to know she's fine. I want her around forever. And it pains me to know that she won't be. She may never see me graduate. No. Mustn't think like that. She was going to be fine. AND she was going to be out of the hospital by October, my birthday is in 4 months and I'll be 15. My and my father decided to take something for her, some of her favourite things from her house, a blanket with cats and dogs playing together sewn onto it, and a flask with a cat drinking tea with biscuits on the front. There was a thing to be recognised here. My grandma LOVES cats and dogs, but mostly cats, as I assume most old ladies do. I gently placed them into the car and waited patiently there for my father to get his stuff together. My mum wasn't coming with us, but she was happy there, in heaven now. Boys and girls, let me tell you now, suicide is never the answer, and I vowed to protect my friends and loved ones from it after my mother's death. Leaving off that sadder note, my father had just placed some new air fresheners into the car and climbed in. Something told me that if this was going to be a fun trip, he wouldn't have brought a cross. Why was he bringing a cross? He was never religious, the only time I've ever seen him hold one was at my mother's funeral, but surely that means nothing? Perhaps grandma had taken up a religion, hopefully? I mean it was only a broken arm, you can hardly die from that? I knew I was grasping at straws, maybe grandma just wanted a blessing? Or maybe it was one of my dads stupid jokes, yeah. That's probably it. Although his tear-stained face suggested otherwise, it could just be a joke, right?
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That time the time ran out
Mystery / ThrillerI was different. And boy did I know it. The phrase "I'm not like other girls" was taken to a new level. It calls itself 'end' And I have a reason to believe it just killed my grandmother. What does it want from me?
