No one. No one to comfort the bleeding pain in my heart. First, my mother, and now Dale? Dale is my father, who had a heart attack five days ago. When my mother died, my heart shattered. When my heart was bandaged, now my heart was bleeding pain. My father broke the news to me in science class. That’s why I will always hate science. My father raised me, taught me survival skills, and how to take care of myself. They all came in handy when I went to college. I just wish I hadn’t said what I said right before I left. I pulled up to the hospital in my car, with his favourite shirt on me. A shirt with a picture of us on it, my mom, Dale, and me, Kristopher, at the beach. The sunset palette in the sky calmed my hurting soul, but at the same time, it hurt more. I get out, and the snow crunches as I step out. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Tears in the back of my eyes threatened to come out. But I was twenty-four years old. A grown man. I wasn't about to cry. Not now. As I walked towards the hospital, a memory stabbed me a million times, when I fell off my bike when I was eight. Mother had held me tight, and my dad had fed me ice cream. The memory shrieked. Nails on a chalkboard. I inhale a sharp breath. This is my last chance to make everything right. If I spend a second wasting my time on memories, the more seconds fly by to say goodbye. I walk in the automatic doors, and I step into the overwhelming waiting room. I sit on a chair, next to a little girl. The little girl is crying, her face red with tears. She must feel the same way I do. Saying goodbye for the last time. “Kristopher Greenwood.” A lady stands in the doorway and calls my name. I get up. The lady has a sympathetic look on her face, which warns me enough. “Kristopher, your father isn’t doing so well. We think that this may be your last time to see him. Ever.” The lady said. Her words hit me like a torpedo, although I knew that my dad was going to die. I nod. She motions me into the room, and the sight I saw almost made me cry. My father was in the hospital bed, connected to what seemed like a million machines. Trying to keep him alive. But I could tell by now, they weren't working. “Dad?” I said. I wanted him to open his eyes, get up, and tell me everything was going to be okay. But none of that happened... He was barely breathing. It hit me like a wave at the beach. I sat down in the chair next to the bed. One of the machines started beeping rapidly. Oh crap. What is happening? The doctors burst through the door, taking him away on the bed. “Wait! Dad! I’m sorry! I love you! Stay with me! Please!” I sobbed. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My knees dropped to the floor and I started to sob. One of the doctors comforted me, patting my back. But nothing could fix the mistake I had made.
This is NOT a true story. This is a really sad story that I wrote, so if you do not like sad stuff, DON'T READ THIS. This is the first draft of my story, and if y'all have any suggestions, send them my way! Thank you! ,Sage
