From Grace to May

Hey everyone, thank you for checking out my new story. I started this a few months ago but didn't want to post it until Crush, No, Crushed is finished. So, this is just a preview because I want to see what you all think. I personally think it is better written but i'll leave it up to you :) I will not be posting a new chapter until I finish my other story though. I hope you like it. Oh and I need a title, I'm thinking about Grace, or From Grace to May but I'm not going to make it permanent yet, so if you want give me some suggestions.

Chapter one: Hope floats upward

Jenna Grace was quickly walking down the narrow street to return home to her father and sister. Her sister, Lucy had come down with a cold and she desperately needed to get her cold medicine to her. She knew that her father would not help; he was always in his room, either sleeping or drinking himself to death. Ever since her mother had gotten hit by that truck and landed in a coma, her family had crumbled before her very eyes. She now has to take on the mother and father roll of the family. Jenna had to drop out of school and get a job as a waitress just to keep them from winding out on the street, cold and starving. Even so, they had to move to a cramped, little one bedroom apartment so they could at least try to pay her mother’s medical bills.

 Jenna’s eyes started to water as she thought about her mom. She had been in a coma for about five months and hasn’t shown any signs of waking up. Jenna knew it was matter of time before they had to cut her life support. She had this gut feeling that her mother would never wake up. This thought had tortured her for a while. Why did this have to happen to her mom? Her mother was the kindest, most gentle person she had ever come across. She is the last person on earth to deserve to be dying.  Jenna remembered how every morning her mom would be up bright and early to make the whole family breakfast. She would kiss them each good-bye before heading off to the volunteer clinic. Her mother was always volunteering, though it didn’t pay money. She seemed to get this happy feeling whenever she could help someone else. That was one of the best things about her. She was selfless, always trying to help others, no matter what state they were in.

Jenna was so stressed and worried that tears were freely falling down her face as she remembered the day her mother got hit by the truck.  She had just gotten home and was surprised to see that her mother had not returned yet. It was a shock because she could not remember a day in her life that she had come home to an empty house. She called out to her mom without any prevail. Her baby sister was also nowhere to be seen. She quickly got on the phone to call the daycare that Lucy went to. Jenna asked them if Lucy was still there and found out that she was. She started to get worried about her mom and quickly asked if they had heard from her. They told her that they haven’t seen or heard from her since she dropped Lucy off in the morning. Jenna’s heart rate kicked up. Where was her mom? This was not like her at all. She would have at least called someone to tell them that she was going to be late. Jenna called her dad’s office as soon as she got off the phone with the daycare. She would have called her mom but she had refused to buy a cell phone for herself. She said that the family needed the money more than she did. Jenna couldn’t help but feel guilty that her mom couldn’t buy something for herself for once. She told her dad about her mother not being home and leaving Lucy at the daycare. He told her not to worry but she could hear the terror in his voice. He also knew that this was not like his wife. If she wasn’t home yet that meant that something was wrong. He hung up the phone after telling his daughter that he would be home soon with Lucy and that they would wait for her mom together.

It was around five o’clock when they got the call. Jenna watched her dad in horror as he fell to the ground in a big heap. She felt her heart stop and knew that something terrible had happened. When they got to the hospital, her mother was still in surgery. They wouldn’t be allowed to see her for a day. She remembered how she clung to her baby sister in the waiting room, tears blurring her vision. She made out her father’s silhouette as he paced back and forth when he finally walked out of the hospital. That was the day that changed their lives.