Chapter 3 - The HospitalA Chapter by emmaI drove in
the ambulance with my grandmother. She’d fallen on her head after the slap, and
might have a minor concussion. I held her hand tight and prayed that she was
okay. Angry tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was the
fact that my mother had done this. She’d broken my grandma. I looked down at her. Her
gray hair tumbled out of her bun and stuck to her sweaty face. Her mouth was
parted, and her lips were incredibly chapped. The wrinkles on her face stood
out more with the red hand print over them. I stroked her cheek, like my mother
had done to me when I was little. When she wasn’t an alcoholic. A tear dripped
onto my grandmother’s face and I wiped it away. When we arrived at the
hospital, I hopped out first. Then the paramedic loaded my grandma out. I
watched as they wheeled her into the hospital. Another paramedic held me back
when I tried to run in after them. I screamed and kicked, but to no avail. I was escorted to the
waiting room. I sat in the plaid chair closest to the secretary’s desk. My mind
raced as I thought about all the horrible ways this could go wrong, all the
things that might happen. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to think
about something else. So I thought about my father. Leave it to me to come up
with devastating thoughts to keep my mind off my problems. I thought about his warm
smile, and his chocolate brown eyes. His dirty blond hair was always a little
ruffled in the front, but he never looked bad. He liked to wear polo’s. I
remember doing heaps of polo’s in when I had to do the laundry. A tear slipped
out of my eye as I thought about the simple everyday things that I no longer
had. A freezing finger brushed
away my tear. My eyes snapped open, and I
was face to face with a blue-cheeked girl. She looked about my age, maybe a
year or two older. Her eyes were a fiery red. “Please,” she whispered.
“Help me.” I sat paralyzed. The girl
looked at me with an expression of wonder. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. The ghombie laughed. “Oh,
well. I can make do.” She brushed the hair on my
neck out of her way. She stroked my neck’s skin, her icy fingers making my
pulse flutter. Finally, I found my voice. “Stop. Now!” I barely
noticed the odd glances I got from the secretary and other people in the
waiting room. The girl frowned. “You don’t
want your blood to be sucked?” She laughed humourlessly. “Of course you don’t.
Your kind is all too selfish to give to the deceased.” With that, she lunged for my
neck. I slipped out of the way just in time. I hopped out of my chair and
dashed out the hospital doors. The ghombie followed me, laughing. “You can run, but you cannot
hide,” she chanted. As I was running through the
parking lot, she appeared in front of me and I tumbled into her frigid dead
body. “That was rude,” she mocked.
She grabbed my shoulders and
shoved her mouth onto my neck. I screamed. She nicked my skin, teasing me.
Excruciating pain tore through me, and I screamed again. Then she sank her
teeth into my flesh. I began to cry, the pain was so terrible. Then she was ripped away.
Her teeth bite was on my neck, but I was still in my body. She hadn’t drunk any
blood. I was about to run away, but then I saw my mother holding the ghombie in
a headlock. “I’ll make you a deal,” she
muttered through gritted teeth. “I’ll give you four hours if you leave now.
I’ll come back here in exactly two weeks and you can have my body for four
whole hours.” The ghombie hesitated. Her
red eyes burned brighter. My mother growled, “Every
minute you don’t make a decision is a minute I take off your time in my body.” The girl instantly nodded,
her eyes dimming. “Yes. I take the deal.” My mother shoved her away, a
look of disgust in her eyes. The ghombie slinked into the shadows of the
parking lot, shooting daggers at us. I turned to my obviously-sober mother. “Are you going to keep your
deal?” I asked emotionlessly. “Yes.” She gave no
explanation whatsoever. I turned on my heel and
headed back towards the hospital. My mother piped up from behind me. “You’re not even going to
thank me?” She sounded astounded. I didn’t look at her. “This doesn’t make up for hitting
grandma. Or your alcohol addiction. Or for hitting me.” Her voice was quieter. “Why
not?” Tears pressed hard to be let
out, but I didn’t let them. “Because you don’t deserve any forgiveness.” I ran back into the
hospital, my heart pounding. I took my seat again near the secretary. If she
noticed my muffled, hysterical sobs, she didn’t let on. My mother pushed
angrily into the hospital and took her seat next to me. I wouldn’t look at her. “Wendy Landry?” A man in a
lab coat walked into the waiting room with a clipboard. His nametag said “Dr.
Adams.” My mother stood shakily.
“That’s me.” “Follow me over here please,
ma’am. There are some matters we must discuss about your mother.” I leapt up. “Let me hear,
too! I’m her granddaughter, and I’m not the one who landed her in the hospital
in the first place!” I knew I’d said too much
when the doctor gave me a shocked look, and my mother coughed to hide her sob.
But I pressed on. “Please let me hear,
doctor.” I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes. Dr. Adams waved me over.
“Well, c’mon, then.” I eagerly rushed over to the
doctor, my mother right behind me. Dr. Adams didn’t waste a
second. “Pricilla should be alright. The worst of her injuries is shock and
minor head trauma.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“But I called you over here
so you could explain what happened. Wendy, you’re daughter says you got
Pricilla in the hospital. Is this true?” My mother shook her head. “I
don’t know where she gets her story. I didn’t do anything.” I hated her. “You li--” “Andrea, please. Enough.” I continued. “Doctor, she’s
lying! She slapped my grandma and she fell and hit her head!” Dr. Adams looked
incredulously at me. “Honey, me and your mother have some very serious issues
to discuss and we would appreciate it if you took a seat back over there.” Anger spiked through me. “But--” “Go.” I turned and stomped back to
my stupid seat near the stupid secretary. I strained to hear their
conversation, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I gave up. When my mother sat back
down, I glared at her until she stood up and moved seats. It didn’t make me
feel any better about her lies, but I felt more comfortable without her right
next to me. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 3, 2011Last Updated on November 3, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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