the way she healed

she looks back on the happy times. When her grandmother was alive and healthy. She remembers always playing doctor on her grandmother. You see her grandmother was a diabetic and was at stage two of her diabetes. Everyday she would help her grandmother take her insulin. Her grandmother was a kind sole that would help anyone. She was always stuck to her grandmother's hip, but when she passed  it was like she had no control over what she did nor how she appeared. When her grandmother passed she entered this stage, that was so dark and cold that she couldn’t find a way out,nor did she want to. She stopped talking to everyone and concealed herself to her room. At the age of eighteen she moved out of her parents house. She moved into a small apartment that was only one bed and one bath. She took refuge in the lonely, quiet, darkness of that apartment. As she cries in her bedroom she hears a knock on the door. She stands to open the door. When she looks through the peep-hole she sees her father standing there looking sad and worried. She leans against the wall next to the door. Slides down to the floor and sits there waiting for him to leave. He does. Her head in her lap unable to stop her crying. She thinks back on the fun times she saw her father and grandmother were laughing and smiling while watching homemade movies. She looks up from her lap with tears streaming down her face, but yet, smiling. She hears another set of footsteps outside her door. A knock this time it is soft and timid. She stand, her knees shaking. she looks through the peephole and sees her sister standing there. upset that her family won't let her be. She saids through the door “ what? What do you want?” her sister timidly, takes a deep breath and then starts to speak “We are all worried about… about you. You… You haven’t been the same since… since grandma passed. The whole family is… they are here for you.” Her sister takes another breath, “ we love you… I love you. can you please… Just let me… let me give you a hug. I wont speak I just want to hold you and see you. Please?” her sister is staring at the floor. not much hope in her eyes of her sister taking her up on her offer. She opens the door and grabs her sister's hand and leads her to her bedroom. She sits her down on the bed and says in a calm but yet sad tone “Wait here I am going to get water for you and for me.” As she is walking away her sister grabs her and and pulls her into a tight embrace. She is surprised by her sister. She hasn't been touched with any type of compassion for a long time. She couldn't help herself from crying on her sister's shoulder. They sit on the bed and climb into the covers and hold each other. crying together. Her sister’s phone rings. Her sister draws in a deep breath trying to control her tone before she answers. “Hello. Yes, she is okay. No, she doesn't want anyone one to come up. Yes, I am okay. Okay, I will head over in a moment.” Her sister closes her phone and takes a deep breath. “ I have to go. Dad needs me. Can I come back tomorrow?” She nods her head agreeing that she wanted her here to. Her sister gets out of the bed and kisses her on the head and heads for the door. She closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep she hasn’t had for years. When she woke, She looked at her clock and it said 12:00pm. She sat up and waited for a knock on the door. One hour. Three hours. Six hours and nothing. She looks at the clock again it says 8:30pm. Anger fills her. she throws the covers off and gets out of the bed. She goes into the bathroom and starts the bath water. Then she Undresses herself and looks at her face in the mirror. Her Goldy brown hair, long over her shoulders. Her eyes blueish-greenish perfect and beautiful, but swollen from all the days of crying. Her nose perfectly set in the middle of her face, small and red from all the tissue paper. Her mouth perfect in everyway. She gets into the bath not caring that the water is still running. Leans forward and shuts off the water.