Alice
Aww, då postar jag den här.
Jag vet att jag inte är bäst på Engelska...
Edit: Det blev lite konstigt nu såg jag. Kopierade texten från pages och alla mellanrum och sådant försvann.. Samt text stilerna ;-;
Spoiler:
Tryck här för att visa!She opened her eyes, blinked a couple of times, yawned and closed her eyes again.
”Hun, we have to wake up now..”
Her boyfriend stroke her gently over her right arm.
”No.. Not yet, five more minutes...!”
Her breathing went slower, the way you breath when you fall asleep, and that was exactly what she did.
”Sam, you know you have to go to school. Come on!”
He took her hand in his and dragged her out of the bed.
”Fuck school, I don’t want to! Please, can’t we just stay home, Jonathan?”
A dull thud was heard when she fell down on the floor.
”Why, oh why do you always have to do that! Drag me out of the bed so that I hit the floor? You know, it kind of hurts...”
She sighed, stood up and punched him gently on the arm. He laughed and tickled her, before he lifted her up and went out from the room.
”No stop it! Let me down! Jonathan, I’m warning you, let me down!” Sammy screamed to him, but started to laugh instead.
”Come on! You know I can’t do anything. Let me down!”
”Not before we get to the kitchen! Food time!”
They both laughed, and she tickled him on the back.
”No stop it, what if I drop you?”
”Thats okay, I’m already hurt, because someone dragged me out of the bed...”
”Oh come on, you didn’t come by your self. It’s thanks to me that you are coming to school before lunch.”
Jonathan went in through the kitchen door, and then put her down by the table.
”God morning Mrs Phillips. Did you have a good nights sleep?” Jonathan sat down on one of the chairs beside the table, where Sammy’s mom, Helen, were sitting.
”Jonathan, you know you don’t have to pretend to be so polite. I know you pretty well by now..” Helen said.
She tried to look irritated, but failed and smiled towards him instead.
”What do you mean, Helen? Are you saying that I-I’m pretending to be someone that I’m not?” Jonathan answered with, what he thought was, an innocent smile.
”Oh come on you both. You sound like and old married couple. And last time I checked, Jonathan was my boyfriend and not yours, mom...”
Sammy rolled her eyes and opened the fridge. ”Why do we never have anything to eat?!”
Helens smile disappeared and she sighed.
”I’m going to the grocery store today, you’ll just have to wait until I get home. Can’t you eat the bread that’s left?”
”Ahh, but that is old bread. It’s hard as stone, how am I supposed to eat that?” Sammy slammed the fridgedoor. ”Never mind... I’ll just eat something in school. Come on Jonathan, let’s go.”
”But Sam, you have to eat something. You know breakfast is impor-”
”I said I’ll eat something in school!”
Helen opened her mouth to answer her daughter, but closed it again. Her smile was long gone, she just looked deeply hurt. Having a teenage daughter was hard, but she didn’t blame Sammy for being angry about, well almost everything.
She knew how hard it was to be 17, all the hormones was jumping and playing around with ones mood.
And, a mom was not the coolest person you could talk to.
But Helen still cared about Sammy, even though she did know Sam was totally capable to take care of her self.
”Jonathan, come on!”
”Yeah I’m coming. Calm down.”
The chair scratched against the floor when Jonathan stood up.
”Good bye Helen, I’ll see you later. Have good day!”
”Take care Jonathan, good bye. And you too Sammy honey, remember to buy something to eat. You can take the money I’ve got in my wallet in my jacket!”
Helen smiled again, but her eyes were still sad.
Oh how she missed her daughter, her little sweet daughter with her wonderful laugh.
”Yeah, sure.”
Sammy and Jonathan went out from the kitchen, and soon Helen heard the front door shut .
”Don’t you think you were a bit, too angry, today when you talked to your mother?” Jonathan caught Sammsy’s eyes when they walked back home from their school.
”Yeah.. I know I was but I didn’t think about it back then. I’ll make it up for her later! I just, woke up on the wrong side of the bed... It feels like I get irritated about everything now days, if you understand what I mean? I don’t do it on purpose, but I just feel so irritated all the time. Poor mom... Mayb-”
Sammy got interrupted by her Phone. The song ”Wake me up” by Avicii was played, and she looked around in her pockets to find her phone.
”Hello?” she answered.
”Yes hello, is this Miss Sammy Phillips?”
”Yes, who is asking?”
”My name is Robert, I work for the police. I’m calling from the hospital right now. We, uh, we have some bad news Sammy. Are you standing up? You might want to sit down for a moment..”
”What is going on? Who are you?”
”Sammy... You see, there has been an car accident. Your mom is in an ambulance right now. Can you come to the towns hospital, or can we pick you up somewhere? It’s a very serious situation, we don’t know if she will make it.”
Sammy’s voice got stuck in her throat and it felt like a cold stone dropped in her stomach.
Accident? She thought. But, it can’t be. No. No she has to be alright!
”Are you still there? I know it’s hard t-”
”Take me to her, right now!”
”You see it wi-”
”NOW! TAKE ME TO MY MOM, I HAVE TO MEET HER!”
Sammy felt tears streaming down her face, and soon she was sitting on the street, crying and sobbing.
”Shss, it will be okay. Tell me where you are, we will come as soon as we can. Sammy..?”
Jonathan, who was very confused, understood that he had to do something. He took her phone and talked to Robert.
It was all like a blur for Sammy, she was sobbing and crying, biting her sweater, trying to calm down.
Minutes passed, nothing happened. Jonathan tried to talk to Sammy, but she could not answer, understand what he was saying. She felt helpless, stupid. she blamed herself, even though she knew it was not her fault.
Soon they were both sitting in the police car. They arrived at the hospital 15 minutes later.
Sammy didn’t remember much of the ride in the car, she was only focusing on one thing, get to her mother.
They ran up for a lot of stairs. People in white coats were running around in the corridors, looking at papers, carrying a lot of different things that Sammy had never seen before.
”Sammy?”
She stopped, turned around.
A man came towards her. Not her mother, not important.
She continued running, but the man was faster, stopped her.
”Sammy, you have to listen to me. Your mom is very ill, we don’t know if she will make it... You can’t visit her right now, she is going to have to-”
”You don’t understand! I have to talk to her, tell her I love her!”
”I know. I do understand. But you can’t, we have to help her and you will be in the way. And, I know that she already knows that you love her. I promise.”
Sammy didn’t know what to do, and the tears just continued streaming down her face. She fell down on the floor, trying to calm down, again. But it was like everything had stopped working.
She didn’t even feel it when Jonathan and the other man carried her in to a room and laid her down on a bed.
Minutes passed, Sammy just stared into a wall.
”Hun... I’m so sorry for everything that happened...”
Jonathan took her hand in his, squeezed it hard, tried not to cry too.
”I know...”
Her voice was craggy.
Tick, tock.
The clock on the wall felt like a ticking bomb. Sammy felt trapped, there was nothing she could do, say, anything, to make her mom feel better in any way.
But suddenly, the door opened and the man, a doctor, came inside.
”Please come with me.”
They walked down four corridors, past room, by room, by room, with people inside. People with other lives, other families. Other injuries..
”Here.”
They stopped. Room 107.
Sammy took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside.
At the bottom of the room was a bed, with her mom. Her lovely lovely mom. Injured.
Sammy slowly walked down the room, sat down on the chair by her bed.
”I’ll leave you alone for a moment.”
The doctor went outside, and so did Jonathan.
Sammy wiped her tears of with the sleeves of her sweater.
”Mom... Mom I-I’m so sorry for ev-everything!” She tried not to cry, but failed.
Her mom were unconscious, filled with wounds, bandages, patches. As if they had been trying to hide everything, but failed.
Sammy took Helens hand in hers, held it tight, kissed it.
She closed her eyes hard and sobbed.
When she opened her eyes again she saw something that was sticking out from one of her moms pockets, something that looked like a letter.
With hands shaking, she took the letter and opened it.
”My dear, beautiful daughter, Sam
I know, I’m sorry for everything. It’s hard to be a mom, a cool, good mom that understands you. I know that we often fight, scream and that you leave the house very upset. And I get hurt too.
But honey, I know that it is hard to be a teenager too. I’ve been there, I know that your mood change really fast and that people irritate you.
And I can’t expect you to always spend time with me, act like an adult, be happy.
I know that our relationship is broken, that maybe you feel like you can’t talk to me anymore about everything. And I want to fix that.
I remember when you were so small, five years old.
I woke up one night, hearing you crying from you room. I ran to you as fast as I could, asked what was wrong.
”Mommy! Mommy I had a terrible dream” you said.
You told me about how you dreamt that I had left you, forever.
And you hugged my so hard, cried, and said that you loved me, wanted me to be there forever.
And I didn’t have the heart to explain that I would grow old, that you would have your own life and family, and that I one day would not be there any more.
So I just told you ”Sam, don’t take everything for granted. One day, the things that you always have will be gone for good. Remember that.”
That night we both slept in your bed. Your small, uncomfortable bed.
I’m writing this letter because I think that it is an easier way to explain, try to fix things, for both of us.
And I hope that you still remember what I told you.
And Sammy, I love. I love you so much and I always will. And I know that you love me too.
My beautiful daughter.
Lots of love
Mom"
Biiiiiiiiip.
Silence.
Sammy looked up from the letter, with tears still streaming down her face.
She looked around for where the sound had come from.
And then she saw it. The machine.
No pulse.
And the letter fell our from her hand and landed on the floor.
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