i've been messing around for hours, trying to answer this last question of my math homework. i can't afford to fail math after all the classes i've missed. who knows, this homework might land me a D in my grade. my phone beeped and i pursed my lips.
i dropped my pencil and answered the call. "miss lily scotts?" a girl asked me through the phone.
her surroundings sounded familiar. crowded people, the sound of metal, papers, and something else. sadness. "yes?" i answered.
"we need you to report to the westfield hospital right now." she calmly said.
i panicked. my breath hitched and i barely let out the words 'ok.'
it must be dad. who else would it be? i'm the closest living relative alive in this state. all of them are far far away.
my eyes were now brimming with tears and i choked a sob back to get my phone and my keys. fuck my homework, the important thing is to see my dad now.
the ride to the hospital was eerily quiet. the radio was off and the streets were clear of traffic.
i entered the hospital, quickly pacing to the front desk. "lily scotts, i've been informed to go here as soon as possible." i exasperated.
she looker to her computer for a brief time and said, "room 342."
i took the elevator and strode along the hall. a doctor approached me and give me a look that wasn't a nice one. i wiped my tears off my eyes as my eyes are probably red as fuck right now.
he went inside the room and i cried even more.
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ive decided to put the cheeky chapter on christmas so !!!!
on the ironic part about this chapter is that my parents actually had a fight involving alcohol but no physical shit so thats ok but it made me cry so my december 22 has been ruined
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