Last Words

And here it is:

Last Words

I had sunk to the ground. Hot and silent tears were running down my cheeks. I hardly felt them. The sound of the slamming door was still ringing in my ears. The echo that it left, ˗ the pain. The words, all of these words. These stupid nasty words that she had said, ˗ that I had said. I don't remember whose fault it was that made her run out in a fury in the end. It doesn't matter, ˗ really.

The fact is that she wasn't there anymore. And I bloody well did care, even if I had said I didn't. I just wished she would understand.

After a time which felt like an eternity, I managed to pull myself together. I didn't look into the mirror. I was afraid, ˗ afraid of the sight of myself. Instead, I went out the door for a breath of summery air.

I had just got down the stairs when I saw an ambulance driving off. There was a pool of blood on the street. A few people were leaving the place of the accident. I approached my neighbour.

“What happened?”, I asked, ˗ my heart beginning to beat faster, ˗ my voice shaking.

She looked at me sadly.

“They've just taken away a little blond girl. Didn't look good.”

What if ...? Could it have been? Was it her? No, that wasn't possible. She had brown hair. But who was it? Maybe she was mistaken. Maybe ... maybe it wasn't possible to see her properly.

Without losing another word, I ran back and grabbed my car keys. I jumped in the car and headed straight to the hospital. I didn't care how I looked, I didn't care that I was breaking all the speed limits. I only wanted to know if it was her. She couldn't simply have.... ˗ no, it was not possible.

I parked my car outside on a wide pavement and rushed into the building. I asked at the reception for her. They said they couldn't let me see her, but that I could wait in the designated seating area. Unwanted thoughts were invading my mind and my heart now racing. I was terrified. I kept looking at my watch. How long had she been in surgery?

Half an hour passed ...

Then three quarters ...

Two hours ...

The door opened after about three hours. A doctor appeared in somewhat stained scrubs.

“Is she alive?”, I asked in a hoarse mutter.

He nodded silently and indicated for me to go in. I sighed with relief and sat down briefly. She was alive. There was hope.

Then I followed him.

A young girl lay on a bed, looking wan and fragile. But it wasn't her. Again, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, it didn't matter who it was. I only knew that it was a little girl and she was far too young to die.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. It was so light, yet I felt her pulse.

Suddenly, she opened her clear, light blue eyes.

“I was actually planning on going to the hairdresser tomorrow”, she whispered.

I tried a smile.

She then closed her eyes again and the little hand I was holding went limp. There was a long bleep. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and I was taken by a sense of numbness. Too late, too late, I thought.

But then I had to think of something. “ I was actually planning on going to the hairdresser tomorrow”, she had said.

Famous last words. And suddenly, I had to smile.

And that was my epic story lol hope ya enjoyed it
Au revoir, little biscuits! *wave*