"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU'RE LYING TO ME! She can't be dead, she can't! MOOOM! Come out here! Stop playing around! MOM I'M SORRY OKAY I'M SORRY! I WON'T ASK AGAIN, I'M SORRY!" the girl yelled and yelled as she tried to get towards the operating room where her mother was. The woman had come in with serious injuries; internal bleeding, a punctured lung, and several broken bones. Unfortunately there wasn't much that the doctors could do. She had barely made it onto the operating table when her heart gave out. Now her child was there, calling for her mother, how was I supposed to tell her that her mother had been driving drunk and had swerved onto another lane, smashing into a truck going in the opposite direction. The poor girl was clinging onto the doctor for dear life, her face was red with tears.

"Miss, is there anything that I could do for you? Someone I could call maybe? Your father, how about him? Would you like us to give him a call?" I asked.

The young girl stopped shacking and crying. She backed away from the doctor and looked at me with the coldest eyes that I had ever seen on anybody.

"What did you say?" she whispered.

"I asked if you would like me to call your father and tell him what happened" I said. She sneered as she looked at me.

"Why would I want that rat bastard here with my mother? HE'S THE REASON THAT SHE'S DEAD!" she yelled, as more tears ran down her face.

"Miss I'm sorry I just think that it's better for you to have someone here with you in your time of need" I said in a calming voice.

"Time of need? What makes you think that I'm in need of anything or anyone?! No one asked you for your help! Leave me and my mother alone, we don't need anybody!" She said as she pushed the doctors out of the way and went towards the operating room. The doctors tried to stop her and she yelled and refused.

"She's my mother! I should be able to see her if I want! You can't stop me! MOM! MOM!"

She yelled and screamed for her mother, the doctors and I tried to stop her.

"Miss you can't go in there, she needs to be taken care of. You shouldn't see her in that state."

"It won't be good for you to see your mother that way, you need to calm down" they said trying to restrain her. But looking back now it was the restraining, the keeping her away from her mother's body that had gotten her so angry. We never should have made her angry.

"Get OFF OF ME! MOM! I want to see my MOTHER!" she yelled her hand outstretched towards the operating room. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, and that was when it happened. It was as if time had slowed down, and as I turned my head I saw the operating doors slammed open.

"Mom!" she yelled and I looked towards the girl that I and a two doctors where trying to keep from moving, but instead she began to move us.

Little by little we started moving towards the operating room. The girl was moving us and herself towards her mother. The operating table in which her mother was on began to move towards her. I couldn't believe it. But it was upon seeing her mother's face that that poor girl lost it. She took one look at her mother and yelled in agony. I could feel the pain, the hurt, resonating off of that girl.

"GET OFF OF ME!" she yelled and somehow threw us off of her, we went flying and I hit the wall losing conscious.

When I came to everything in the corridor was smashed, it looked like a tornado had come through. I looked around and saw the two doctors and a few nurses on the floor as well, we had all been knocked out. I heard crying and turned to see the girl on the floor holding her mother in her arms and crying over her lifeless body.

"Mommy I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I promise I won't ever ask you again, but please mommy, please come back, please" she whispered to her mother as she rocked back and forth.

I saw here in aww, how could this child have done these things?

"What are you?" I asked.

She looked up from her mother and looked at me, frightened.

"I don't know"