•▪︎•On hold•▪︎•
"Make a wish." He says.
"I wish that I could stay this way forever."
"What way?"
"Alive."
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Aubrey runs. She runs for fun. She runs to escape her problems. But after she collapses in the middle of her meet, her problems catch up...
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Mom POV.
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I am deathly afraid of spiders.
I know.
Such a cliche phobia.
When I was younger, I remember a spider crawling all over my body. I was so scared that I screamed. I screamed so loudly that people that lived on the other side of the neighborhood actually heard me screaming.
Other than spiders, I had never had a phobia.
At least, that's what I told people.
That's what I believed.
But every mother has one phobia in common.
The fear of losing her child.
And no matter how loudly I screamed with that spider crawling all over me, I had never in my life screamed louder than when I saw my only child, my daughter, collapse on the field.
I don't remember what happened next too clearly, but I remember jumping the bleachers and snapping my heels, but I didn't care.
I remember shoving people out of the way, but I didn't care.
I remember knocking a soda out of a kids hands all over my clothes. My expensive clothes that I couldn't really afford, but still bought.
All I remember is getting onto the field and seeing my daughter covered in blood.
I remember hearing someone screaming so loudly that it almost shattered my ear drums.
Who was screaming?
Oh.
Wait.
That was me.
"Mrs. Brownstone. I just called an ambulance." The coach said to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"My baby." I cried. "My little girl."
I sobbed and sobbed.
It felt like hours before the ambulance arrived, although it was probably minutes.
I watched them load her into the back of the ambulance. I tried to get to her. To touch her, but a man held me back.
We drove in the back of the ambulance. I stared at her. I took her in.
She was okay, I reassured myself. She was okay.
Then I ran the excuses through my head.
She was dehydrated.
She was overwhelmed.
She was distracted by the fact that she had bumped into Justin.
