Post by Emmy on Feb 20, 2011 14:17:12 GMT -5
warnin' you now, it sucks. (:
Alison looked out the window of her classroom. How many days until Mom and Dad came back? She checked her assignment planner. Four months left...
She and her little brother Bradie were living with their grandparents for the past six months. It wasn’t too big of a deal on the outside, since they lived in the same town that Alison and Bradie lived in. They didn’t have to change schools or anything. On the outside, Alison acted okay. Bradie had a harder time since he was barely six. Alison was fourteen. She could handle the stress and all.
But she still wondered why they’d decided to go on a tour at the same time. She hadn’t heard from either of them for a little while. She forced familiar fears back. They didn’t die. They were her parents for crying out loud! That didn’t happen to her.
Suddenly a voice came over the loudspeaker.
“Alison and Bradie Rane to the office, please.” A collective ‘ooh’ rose from the class. Alison expected it. She sometimes got called out, because her parents liked to call during school hours. Even though her parents were in different units, Mom in Army, Dad in the Air Force, they managed to call right after each other.
When she entered the secretary’s office she knew something bigger was up than a phone call today. The secretary looked a bit grim.
“Your grandparents are in the parking lot, dears. You’re coming home early today.” Alison glanced at her desk calendar. It was February 14th; Valentine’s Day. The day of love. How had Alison forgotten? She caught Bradie’s fearful glance up at her. His chocolate brown eyes shimmered with oncoming tears. Alison picked him up and held him close.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, brushing some of his equally brown hair out of his face. You’d never guess they were siblings. Alison was fair, with light red hair and blue eyes. She was pale, and she looked like her father, but had her mother’s build, which was tall and muscular. Bradie was the opposite. He had his mother’s looks but was short. Although, he was still young--they couldn’t quite judge on that yet.
Alison grabbed her backpack and Bradie’s, without putting her little brother down. She ignored the stares. By now, she was used to them. They were the weird kids. Their parents had abandoned them. With two heavy backpacks hanging on her shoulder and a little brother on the other, Alison started out to the parking lot. She had no way to put her coat on so she braved the cold for the short walk. She saw her grandparents up in the front seats, but there was another figure in the back. Alison grew excited, then tried to calm herself down. It wasn’t who she thought it was....was it? It was going to only be a disappointment. She could feel Bradie squirm.
“Daddy came back for Love Day!” Bradie had decided that since he didn’t know what Valentine meant, he would call the day like he understood it to be. When Alison opened the door, her dreams were answered. It was indeed their father. The air in the car was much too sad, though. Alison had expected it to be happy, charged with excitement. Bradie climbed out of Alison’s arms and into his father’s. Alison glanced at her grandparents. They were crying.
She put the backpacks in the trunk of their car and climbed in next to her father. His mouth was a tight line, but Alison wasn’t blind. She could see the sadness in his eyes. Bradie didn’t notice until they were on their way home.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asked.
Nobody wanted to answer. Alison had figured it out. Dad had come back to see them, but also to deliver heartbreaking news.
“Mommy’s in the hospital, dear,” Grandma finally said after a moment of silence. “That’s where we’re going now.”
Bradie’s face turned from confusion, to realization, to complete sorrow in a few seconds. He buried his little face in Dad’s chest and started sobbing. Alison kept a stone face like her father, but inside she was breaking.
Her mom was dead, or close to it. This didn’t happen to normal everyday people. Now all she had was her father...
When they parked at the hospital, it took them all a moment to gain the strength to go see her. Grandpa took the key out of the car’s ignition and opened the door first. The rest of them followed in numb shock.
Since they were all family, they were allowed to see their mom in the ICU, or Intensive Care Unit. But also since she was in such a bad condition, only two or three of them could go at once.
The grandparents went first. After all, she was their daughter. When they came out, their eyes were red around the rims. Next, was Alison, Bradie, and their father.
Alison knew it was bad, but she didn’t know it was this terrible. Almost every part of her body was bandaged. The only place that looked unharmed was her face.
“What happened?” Alison asked softly. “And why is she here?”
“Your mother was caught in the middle of a suicide bombing,” her father explained softly. “She was transferred to the USA when they realized that they didn’t have the nessecary supplies to treat her right. The ride nearly killed her, but then again, so did the bomb,” he said wearily.
Bradie hadn’t looked at her yet. Alison knew he wouldn’t. It was too much for him. The monitor that tracked their mother’s heart started beeping faster, and faster. Her brown eyes opened wide and she gasped for breath. The ventilator that was helping her to breathe was now causing her to panic.
Nurses and doctors rushed in, pushing the horrified family out of their way. They tried to talk to the woman but she wouldn’t listen. Finally, they took the device of of her mouth and lungs. The monitors returned to normal as she breathed on her own.
“Allleee,” she tried. “Braaaadie.” Then she looked at her husband. “John.”
Alison felt warm tears running down her cheeks. She was talking to them, even though it looked like the effort would kill her. Doctors stood by in case she needed the ventilator again.
She looked them all in the eyes, since Bradie had turned his head at the sound of his mother’s voice.
“I love you,” she said clearly, and her heart stopped beating.
It was the day of love none of them would ever forget.
...told you.
Alison looked out the window of her classroom. How many days until Mom and Dad came back? She checked her assignment planner. Four months left...
She and her little brother Bradie were living with their grandparents for the past six months. It wasn’t too big of a deal on the outside, since they lived in the same town that Alison and Bradie lived in. They didn’t have to change schools or anything. On the outside, Alison acted okay. Bradie had a harder time since he was barely six. Alison was fourteen. She could handle the stress and all.
But she still wondered why they’d decided to go on a tour at the same time. She hadn’t heard from either of them for a little while. She forced familiar fears back. They didn’t die. They were her parents for crying out loud! That didn’t happen to her.
Suddenly a voice came over the loudspeaker.
“Alison and Bradie Rane to the office, please.” A collective ‘ooh’ rose from the class. Alison expected it. She sometimes got called out, because her parents liked to call during school hours. Even though her parents were in different units, Mom in Army, Dad in the Air Force, they managed to call right after each other.
When she entered the secretary’s office she knew something bigger was up than a phone call today. The secretary looked a bit grim.
“Your grandparents are in the parking lot, dears. You’re coming home early today.” Alison glanced at her desk calendar. It was February 14th; Valentine’s Day. The day of love. How had Alison forgotten? She caught Bradie’s fearful glance up at her. His chocolate brown eyes shimmered with oncoming tears. Alison picked him up and held him close.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, brushing some of his equally brown hair out of his face. You’d never guess they were siblings. Alison was fair, with light red hair and blue eyes. She was pale, and she looked like her father, but had her mother’s build, which was tall and muscular. Bradie was the opposite. He had his mother’s looks but was short. Although, he was still young--they couldn’t quite judge on that yet.
Alison grabbed her backpack and Bradie’s, without putting her little brother down. She ignored the stares. By now, she was used to them. They were the weird kids. Their parents had abandoned them. With two heavy backpacks hanging on her shoulder and a little brother on the other, Alison started out to the parking lot. She had no way to put her coat on so she braved the cold for the short walk. She saw her grandparents up in the front seats, but there was another figure in the back. Alison grew excited, then tried to calm herself down. It wasn’t who she thought it was....was it? It was going to only be a disappointment. She could feel Bradie squirm.
“Daddy came back for Love Day!” Bradie had decided that since he didn’t know what Valentine meant, he would call the day like he understood it to be. When Alison opened the door, her dreams were answered. It was indeed their father. The air in the car was much too sad, though. Alison had expected it to be happy, charged with excitement. Bradie climbed out of Alison’s arms and into his father’s. Alison glanced at her grandparents. They were crying.
She put the backpacks in the trunk of their car and climbed in next to her father. His mouth was a tight line, but Alison wasn’t blind. She could see the sadness in his eyes. Bradie didn’t notice until they were on their way home.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asked.
Nobody wanted to answer. Alison had figured it out. Dad had come back to see them, but also to deliver heartbreaking news.
“Mommy’s in the hospital, dear,” Grandma finally said after a moment of silence. “That’s where we’re going now.”
Bradie’s face turned from confusion, to realization, to complete sorrow in a few seconds. He buried his little face in Dad’s chest and started sobbing. Alison kept a stone face like her father, but inside she was breaking.
Her mom was dead, or close to it. This didn’t happen to normal everyday people. Now all she had was her father...
When they parked at the hospital, it took them all a moment to gain the strength to go see her. Grandpa took the key out of the car’s ignition and opened the door first. The rest of them followed in numb shock.
Since they were all family, they were allowed to see their mom in the ICU, or Intensive Care Unit. But also since she was in such a bad condition, only two or three of them could go at once.
The grandparents went first. After all, she was their daughter. When they came out, their eyes were red around the rims. Next, was Alison, Bradie, and their father.
Alison knew it was bad, but she didn’t know it was this terrible. Almost every part of her body was bandaged. The only place that looked unharmed was her face.
“What happened?” Alison asked softly. “And why is she here?”
“Your mother was caught in the middle of a suicide bombing,” her father explained softly. “She was transferred to the USA when they realized that they didn’t have the nessecary supplies to treat her right. The ride nearly killed her, but then again, so did the bomb,” he said wearily.
Bradie hadn’t looked at her yet. Alison knew he wouldn’t. It was too much for him. The monitor that tracked their mother’s heart started beeping faster, and faster. Her brown eyes opened wide and she gasped for breath. The ventilator that was helping her to breathe was now causing her to panic.
Nurses and doctors rushed in, pushing the horrified family out of their way. They tried to talk to the woman but she wouldn’t listen. Finally, they took the device of of her mouth and lungs. The monitors returned to normal as she breathed on her own.
“Allleee,” she tried. “Braaaadie.” Then she looked at her husband. “John.”
Alison felt warm tears running down her cheeks. She was talking to them, even though it looked like the effort would kill her. Doctors stood by in case she needed the ventilator again.
She looked them all in the eyes, since Bradie had turned his head at the sound of his mother’s voice.
“I love you,” she said clearly, and her heart stopped beating.
It was the day of love none of them would ever forget.
...told you.
I didn't want to write a couple love story, so, it's a sad family one. *shrug*
<3
