Forever Changed

Chapter 7

When I got to the hospital it was all quite except for the beeping noise of the monitors. They put me into a room that was completely white the only thing that had any color at all was the sheets. Doctors came in and out to check on me. They took me into get x-rays to see if I had any internal bleeding. After that they asked if I wanted anything to eat. I didn't respond at all. 

I didn't want to talk. I just want to lay here and die. She can't be gone. She just can't. She was a Christian. Isn't Christians suppose to have a good long life. Why did this so called God wanted to take away someone who adores him? I didn't get it. Doesn't he loves? He does I assume, but why would he do this? 

Outside of my hospital room there was a nurses station and I heard the familiar voice of my parents. "We are Sarah Jenkins's parents and we are here to see her." said my dad. 

"She is in room 13." said a nurse. 

"Thanks." said my dad. Seconds later they barge into my room, but my back was to them do I didn't see their face.  

"Honey?" said my mom, but I didn't turn around. I didn't want to see their face. 

"Are you Sarah's parents?" said a male's voice, most likely the doctor. 

"Yes. Is Sarah all right? She won't look at us." asked my mom. 

"She's fine physically. Emotionally that's another story." said the doctor. 

"What do you mean?" asked my dad. 

"Well you know that Sarah was in an accident." said the doctor.  

"Yes." both my parents replied back. 

"Did they also tell you that her sister was in it, Kayla, right?" 

"Yeah that's her name. She was in the accident? Where is she in the hospital?" asked my mom. She is going to be so sad when she hears that Kayla is dead. My eyes started to get watery. 

"No. She's not here in the hospital. She died at the scene of the accident. She died by drowning." said the doctor. 

"No. No!" said my mom. And I heard her crying hard. I closed my eyes. Tears started to fall from my eyes. I caused this. This pain. The loss of their first child. The torture of it all. I hate myself and most of all I hat God! 

My mom's cries echoed in my head while my dad talks to himself saying this happened for a reason. I tried to focus on the monitor in my room. The beeping sound that it makes noticing that my heart is still going. The lines going up and down. Why can't mines stay in the straight line indicating the heart stops. I don't want to be here.  

My mom cried harder and harder. I can't stand this. I got up. Took off the wires and ran to the door and left. I ran through the halls to the outside of the hospital. It was still raining but not as hard as before, but I stopped. Where will I be going? I heard my parents and the doctor yell at me. I turned and saw for the first time the faces of my parents.  

They looked sad. I caused this. I started to cry. My mom and dad came over to me and hugged me.  

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I was the one who called her and told her to pick me up. We had a fight in the car and I distracted her. She didn't see the car...." I said all in a rush. 

"It's okay. It's not your fault. None of it is." said my dad. 

Even though he said it, I still don't believe it.

I woke up with the nurse in my room. 

"How you feeling darling?" asked the middle aged nurse.