My nana's car pulls up and I run out there not even saying good bye to my friends.
She had tears all over her face. She's probably going through worst pain then I am. She's known my mom a lot longer.
Then I remember, "My kids in the future. They won't have their nana or papa on my side. They won't have an aunt. They won't even know who they were."
"I know," She could barely talk. I think she was dying from a broken heart. As well as me too.
We rode the rest of the way to the hospital not talking to each other.
I sang music. Sad music. My voice was shaking and I cried more.
I was singing "Every storm runs out of rain."
When we got to the hospital we ran to my moms room. I accidentally pushed a nurse out of my way.
I was yelling with tears pouring out of me, "Excuse me! Please move!"
I got there before my Nana and seen them putting Addie into a body bag.
I was screaming, "No! Fix this! Bring her back. There still has to be hope."
They ignored me. They didn't even want to look at me. I know it was because they didn't want to see my pain. They carried her out.
I knew there was nothing I could do. I then seen my mom.
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My Worst Nightmare
Historia CortaA short story. A dream. No ordinary once upon a time. I loose hope. I need to clench on to be there in time. Will I make it? (Not true, sorry for some spelling errors! Tell me thoughts!)