The Last Gifted//c.m.b

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Evie Pov
~13 years later~
I stare out the window of the car, the sound of rain pouring down, the blackened sky. The lights from other cars and buildings illuminating the dark rainy night sky.

The rain much like the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes like a waterfall of sadness.

The sound of the engine going, cars honking at each other every once in a while.

My dad gripped the steering wheel, he couldn't bare to look at my brother's face and mine.

More tears had fallen from my eyes. The sadness overwhelming me like a dark void with no escape. The feeling of my heart completely shattering at this very moment.

My fourteen year old brother Allen, sat in the front seat next to dad as i sat in the back.

His face showing the same emotion and pain as mine.

My dad was trying to be strong, be the tough dad he wants us to see him as. I love my dad, he has always been there, taking care of us.

Allen was the best brother, he was very sweet and gentle, he was super protective too, Especially when it came to boys.

We were all each other had since it happened.

I held flowers in my hand, beautiful tulips i picked out.

They were for my mom.

The car stopped infront of the big building that was all too familiar to me, the hospital.

My dad turned off the engine, taking in a deep breath, not being able to control the sadness dripping from his voice.

The drops of rain hitting the roof of the car being the only thing that gave me a sence of comfort.

"Are you guys ready?" He asked us.

We didn't say anything, we just grabbed out umbrellas and opened up our doors, putting the umbrellas over our heads as we stepped out of the car.

Dad got out with us and we walked in silence twards the hospital entrance, i held the tulips close to my chest as i walked.

We enter the hospital doors, putting our umbrellas down.

It was quiet, not many people here at this hour, only a man and woman with a baby in the lobby and the workers behind the desks.

As we walked up the lady smiled at us.

"Hello Mr. Rogers, Evie and Allen" she greeted us but i couldn't force a single twitch of my lip.

The doctors know us, since we so frequently are here since that day...that awful day we received the news...

My lip quivered as we made our way down the hallway, to another room i have spent so many hours in.

I felt like i was being crushed by the amount of dread i have felt for this day.

As we entered, there she was, my mom.

Laying in her bed, the strong woman i used to know, about to leave us.

The tumor in her head causing her all this pain, her hair gone, the beautiful
Long brown hair has been completely gone for a long time now.

But she was still the wonderful, beautiful mother i have grown to know.

She lifted her head from her pillow, smiling at us. Her features weak, i could see it in her eyes that her time was almost up.

I held back my tears, knowing this would be the last time i speak to my mother.