Horror/Mystery/Sad Short Stories

Lost comfort.

(Warning..this is actually what happened to me a few years ago..and I still remember it vividly)

It was a wednesday of August 24, 2016. My mom was dressed up and had her make up done. She was about to leave for work and she came to tell us she loved us.
My sister hugged her and said, " I Love you too."
When she came to me, I hugged her and told her, "See ya later." She stepped out and got into her silver Jeep to drive two blocks down the street to her job.
We lived in a small town called indianola. A park in the middle and a post office next to it. An church down the street. We never went after we got kicked out.
My mom was going to meet a guy for a date after work. After a few hours later me and my sisters are getting ready for bed. Our ages were me at 10, my younger sister at 9, and my older sister at 13.
We got dressed for bed and we're settled down in our rooms. I shared with my younger sister and we had bunk beds.
I had a homemade made bed frame. I had gotten it for my birthday. It was white with paint spatters on it. My niece, nefew, and siblings put foot and hand prints on it and it had my name carved into it.
I was the top bunk. My sister had a nice matress under it and it was covered in thick blankets. Our room was light blue and purple with stickers of birds and birdcages.
We had been watching the TV for a while but had just shut it off to go to sleep. It was quiet.
The room was dark except for the little bit of light that came from the street lamps, shining through the window. It was around late nine something at night. My room was warm. I was about to sleep when my stomach started to twist and turn. I heard car doors and voices in the driveway.
I looked out the window to see a bunch of my family coming to the door. Some people I haven't seen in years. My younger sister got up to look with me when our bedroom door opened and my dad came in. You could see my family in the background. Eyes red, and tears streaming down there face. I saw my aunt, uncle, cousins, grandpa, and grandma.
My dad came in and sat on the wooden chair we had near the middle other room. He looked at us and I have never seen him so sad. He looked at us and spoke, "Come here." He motions to his lap. I was stubborn so I said, "But I don't want to." He looked at us and said, "just come sit, please." My stomach started to hurt. But, I sat on one leg while my sister sat on the other.
Out of nowhere, we hear my older sister scream from her room next to ours, "NO!" She was sobbing and repeating 'no' over and over. My dad looks at us and starts to tear up.
"Ok, so" he takes a breath, "your mom had an accident. She wasn't feeling good and she went to the hospital."
We were so confused. We didn't know what he was telling us.
"She didn't do well. She passed away in the hospital"
My older sister was crying louder. I looked at my dad confused and he said it again.
"Your mom's gone. We can't see her again."
My world went silent. I felt a single tear drip down my face.
My younger sister started crying and my dad picked us up and brought us to the living room. We sat cuddled into his side.
The adults were talking and I tuned it out. My mom. I wouldn't see her again. We all just sat there for a while.
Eventually, my oldest sister spoke up. "I don't think you all should stay here." My grandma asked me and my sisters who we want to got with. My younger sister and older sister decide to go with my oldest sister to her house.
I couldn't talk...I couldn't think...I pointed to my grandma, who looked like she was about to shatter. She and my mom would talk every day. A phone call everyday.
My dad helped us pack bags and we got ready to go. Before we left, we walked down the street to my other grandpas house. We sat on the porch in the dark for a while.
It was like a scene in a movie. We moved like dolls. I didn't shed a tear except the first one that fell. I parted from my sisters and got into my grandparents car. We didn't talk the entire way there. Nobody had anything to say.
We got inside and I sit at the table with my grandma. My grandpa sat in the living room. I sat down and she got a mug for me to drink. I don't remember what it was. I couldn't taste it. I just went through the actions and motions.
A while later my grandma got a call. She was told my mom gave her organs after she died.
My grandma's lip quivered and her eyes watered. I got up and gave her a tissue and pulled her into a tight hug. She cried on my shoulder and, I, still didnt cry. I just kept whispering it was going to be alright.
She pulled away and said, "I should be comforting you."
I looked at her and told her, "You don't need to be strong right now. I'm going to comfort you cause you need it."
We sat and talked about her for a while. It was around one in the morning when she said we should get to bed.
She had a room we used when we stayed the night. I went into the room and layed down. My grandma came in and kissed my forehead, and tucked me in. I told her I loved her and she said the same.
When I woke up, I went to the dining room and sat at the table. My grandma gave me a cup of coffee. It still didn't feel real yet.
Soon enough I realized she wasn't coming back. A week or so later we went to the funeral. She looked so pale and still. I went through the funeral strong and I didn't cry. I thought I was going to make it through strong.
Until they played her favorite song.
Blue eyes crying im the rain by Willie Nelson. I broke, I cried and didn't stop. For half an hour i cried till the funeral ended.
After that I never cried again. For four and a half years and I still haven't cried. Not when my grandpa died of cancer a year later. Nor when I went to my grandma's aunt's funeral on my birthday. And not when my other aunt died of cancer after that.
I have yet to feel sadness since then. I haven't cried in over four years.

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