Falling Down
comment, should i keep going?
the smell of bleach, and old lady perfume clogged my nose. That smell has lingered with me. Nurses hustled by. The light tone of heart monitors, typing of keyboards and fussy kids crowded my ears. It was all to familiar, and it messed with my brain, and my heart. Because I knew someone in here, they were dying. My mom. Two years ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I remeber when she told me perfectly.
The sun was at its peak lingering above the line of tall oaks, as the car vibrated infront of the doors of the school. It was in 7th grade. "Hey Miss Peyton." Her smile was so beaming when I opened the door, just like any other day. "Hiyah Mom." "How was school?' I could have told her that it was great, could have been kind, could have not complained but I dragged on about how some girl started a rumor about me, and my bestfriend went against me. She payed so much attention to me, she nodded ocassionly. " Honey, a real friend would stick up for you, and that girl she's just jeolous. How about we take a long ride, to your favorite shops?" I nodded, happy that I could get my mind off things. She told me about her day, she got a manicure, cleaned the house, talked on the phone with her best friend, Jenny, and helped old Mrs.Grady with gardening. I nodded, i was selfish, and really didn't pay attention but now i have that day memorized in my mind. The car stopped, but we were only halfway to the shops, we were parked infront of the boardwalk, with cheesy gift stores behind us. "Mo-" "Honey, I have cancer." I didn't say anything. I just sat there, and took a deep breath. "Are you gonna be okay?" "Ofcourse honey, it will be okay" I guess she just kept telling her self that, but she seemed worried.
My dad leaded the way, to room 229 third floor left door last on the hallway. I memorized it perfectly. My dad, knocked lightly on the door,his fingers tapping lightly against the dark oak wood, as if the tiniest sound could harm her. He was so gentle. "Come In" Her voice was hoarse, but I could hear the anticipation. I ran over to her bed, as always but this time i could barely choke back tears. Her skin was translucent, and it loosely hung over her bones. Her pink bandanna covered her bald head. Under her eyes purple traced her sockets, and her smile looked so out of place. "Hi Pey." A choking sob went against my chest as I heard her voice again, she was fading away, like an autumn leaf. Everytime we thought she was getting better, she would just float away out of grasp. I leaned down, and rested my head on the bed and she stroked my hair. My phone buzzed, and she told em to anwser it. She was against rudeness, her weak cool hands fell to the bed.
ONE NEW MSG -
FROM CHASE- hey peyton um howz ur mom doing? i wus wondering if you want to hang out when you hav a chance, tell ur mom i said hi.
chase. chase, chase? he asked me to hang out. thats like a date, woah peyton breathe. I glanced at my mom, and she was laughing her frail body shaking, as if she knew exactly what happened. maybe she did. I have to tell Katie!
MSG SENT -
KATIEEEEEEE! chase asked me out ;D
ONE NEW MSG -
OMG SAYYES YES YES! girlie im so happy for you.
i was pretty much freaking out, till i heard a frail cry of pain, my mom winced and the monitor made an un familiar slower beap. My dads eyes widened, and mine went along with his. Nurses ran in, and my happiness drained out all at once,
ForNever