I don’t know how I got through the week. My mind was going 100 miles per hour constantly, I was struggling to even make sense out of one thought or situation that came my way, and I wanted this nightmare to be over. I wanted to snap my fingers, reverse the clock, and changed what happened.
But then again, things never happen that way, do they?
The day after Lucy was put in the ITU in the hospital, I had to go to school. I didn’t want to, I felt horribly sick to my stomach from the whole thing, but my mom called from the hospital where she’d stayed overnight with Lucy and told me to call someone and get a ride.
So I called Sean.
“…Hey Sean, it’s Grace…”
I laid down on the couch and tried to keep my voice steady. I didn’t want to crack like I had yesterday in front of Tim.
“Oh, heey Grace! How’s it goin’? Sorry I forgot to call ya’ back last night, the guys where over and it was pretty crazy haha.”
I bit my lip.
“Oh, uh, yeah… yeah, no problem haha…”
“So how’s yoooooour… mom, you said was in the hospital?”
I shut my eyes.
“…No, m-my little sister Lucy…”
“Ah, okay, gotchya’. Hope she’s okay and look, I gotta’ go, Brianna Schmit invited over to her house tonight. Haha, gonna’ be a few other girls there, don’t really wanna’ go but, you know…”
I opened my eyes.
“Yeah. I know. Hey um, could you give me a ride to school tomorrow? I didn’t know if it was going to start being a regular thing or not-“
“Hey, wish I could but Janet asked me to already. But I’ll take you to see that new movie coming out Saturday, ‘kay? Gotta’ go, see ya’ Grace!!”
I didn’t say goodbye, for some reason. I just hung up the phone and lay there, staring at the ceiling.
The next day, I walked to school. I didn’t want to bother my mom and tell her I didn’t have a ride, so I just decided to walk a couple miles.
But I wasn’t going to walk 2 miles all alone. Tim soon caught up with me after I passed his house.
“Hey Gracie!”
“Hi…”
I managed a feeble smiles and then looked down at the sidewalk.
“Is Lucy all right?”
I bit my lip.
“Mhm, well, um, she’s not really worse…”
“I see. She’ll be all right, she’s gonna’ pull through and be just fine.”
I nodded, tears starting to form in my eyes. As if being able to see them, Tim slipped his hand in mine and gave to is a reassuring squeeze. I smiles and looked up at him, receiving a smile in return.
School that day was hard. So was school all the other days. Even when my mom was home to take me or Sean offered to drive me, I found myself wanting to walk. Probably because Tim was always tagging along with me. It was so strange the way Tim acted and the was Sean acted. Tim was a pretty good friend, I guess… but I still considered myself the luckiest girl in the high school for having Sean as my boyfriend.
Little did I know how screwed up the whole thing was in the first place.
By @ImagineBlueRoses
