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I was currently sitting next to my mother's bed, holding her limp hand. I was too numb to notice my father on the other side of her sobbing or my own tears silently tracing their way down my cheeks. Mama Knight had taken everybody else home, leaving Katie at Carlos' house since Kendall refused to leave. He was sitting next to me, keeping his and on my shoulder. I didn't even look up when Mama Knight walked back into the room and quietly took her seat next to Kendall, keeping her eyes locked on her best friend.
We sat in silence for hours, not knowing what to say and praying that the doctors were wrong, that she would be just fine. However, five torturous hours after she was admitted, the beeping of the heart monitor turned into a single steady note.
For a few seconds, I didn't even register what the beeping meant. I just stared dumbly at the flat line before everything finally hit me. I brought a shaking hand up to my mouth and stared down at my mother's pale face and a sob escaped my throat. The one parent I had that truly loved me no matter what was gone, and she was never coming back.
My world had been silent while that was happening, but once Kendall drew me into his arms it was like the volume had been turned onto full blast. My dad was sobbing harder than ever, Mrs. Knight was crying, and Kendall's breath began hitching. And still that horrible monotone note droned on.
I don't know how long we sat there crying for the death of such a wonderful person; it could have been days or it could have been seconds. All I know is that somehow I was suddenly in my house with my dad making his way to what was now just his bedroom.
Honestly, the last thing I wanted to do was climb the stairs with bruised and cracked ribs and a sprained ankle at four a.m., but I was planning on locking myself in my room for the next few days, or weeks, or centuries, so I figured I'd better get started, because once I fell onto the couch, I wouldn't get up.
It took me about thirty minutes, and I was even more exhausted by the end of it, but I finally made it to my bed and just collapsed onto the sheets, hoping that this was all a nightmare and I would wake up soon with my mother smiling down at me.
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The sun was so unbelievably bright when I woke up I figured that last night must have actually happened. That, and the pain weighing on my chest convinced me. Isn't that always the way things go? It only rains when people die in movies. In real life it's always the prettiest fucking day of the year. The day Kendall's dad died? Beautiful. The day Carlos' abuela died? Gorgeous. Same with Logan's uncle and I guess Brooke Diamond. She was a beautiful woman, inside and out, so I guess she would want a pretty day too.
I was broken out of my thoughts by my phone ringing. I grabbed it and checked the caller ID. It was Kendall. Obviously. I didn't want to talk though, so I just let it ring and looked at the clock. I was vaguely surprised to see it was already two in the afternoon. The call went to voice mail and I had just enough time to see that I had 27 texts and 13 missed calls before it began ringing again. I groaned and buried my face into the pillow before getting enough courage to answer the phone.
"Hello?" I groaned, my voice still hoarse and heavy with sleep.
"Finally! I thought you'd never pick up! I called you, like, thirty times, man!" he exclaimed.
I sighed. "Yeah I know, I saw."
"Well are you okay?" he asked. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he already knew the answer.
I stayed silent. I didn't want to admit it, but I wasn't okay. I didn't think I ever would be okay. My mother was the perfect mom who worked hard at what she did and succeeded, but still had time to raise her only son and go to all the hockey games and school plays I had and bake cookies and stuff for all my friends. And now she was gone. All because she was hit by a drunk driver.
Luckily, Kendall seemed to read into my silence, so I didn't have to say anything. I didn't think I could have forced the words out through the lump in my throat anyway. He simply said "I'll be over in ten" and ended the call.
I placed my phone back on my dresser and rolled onto my side. I was still tired, even though I'd gotten a good ten hours of sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to empty my mind so I wouldn't start crying like a baby, and I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew there was the creak of someone sitting on my bed.
I glanced up and my hazel eyes met Kendall's soft green ones. I launched myself into his arms and buried my face into his shoulder, my whole body trembling. It felt like my chest was being ripped apart.
"Shh, you'll be okay Jamie. I've got you, it's okay," Kendall cooed, wrapping one arm around my waist and gently stoking my hair with the other.
A sob finally made its way past the lump in my throat and it was like a dam had broken. The tears started rolling down my cheeks hot and fast and the sobs tore at my throat. Kendall squeezed me tighter and I felt something wet fall on my hair. I was too incoherent to look up but I was pretty sure it was his tears. That made me start crying even harder and my lungs started burning for air.
"Jay? I need you to calm down for me please. James?" I heard Logan's voice ask. A voice in the back of my mind wondered when he got here, but I was too hysterical to think about it for too long. All I could think about was that the arms that were holding me were not the ones I wanted; they were not my mother's.
"James, please calm down. You're gonna make yourself sick. Please Jamie? I need you to breathe for me. Just take slower breaths. Please?" Logan started begging, and I tried to listen to him, really I did, but the way it ended up was I would try to contain the sobs, hold my breath, freak out more, start sobbing again, and the cycle would start all over.
"Jamie please calm down? I don't want you to get sick," I heard Carlos plead. So everyone was here. Lovely. I suddenly became aware of a hand other than Kendall's on my back and one on my knee. The thought of being surrounded by people who cared for me so much was comforting, and I tried to match my breathing to Kendall's since I was practically buried in his chest anyway.
"That's it," Logan encouraged, squeezing my knee. Eventually my sobs calmed down to the occasional hiccup, and finally I was silent.
I shakily sat up a little a wiped the tears left on my cheeks away, too tired and too comfortable to actually leave Kendall's arms. "Sorry," I croaked, my throat sore from crying so long.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Kendall said, pulling me closer.
Carlos fervently nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's not your fault. And if you're worried about Kendall's shirt, don't be. It's just water."
Logan reached over and gently brushed my bangs out of my eyes, seeing that I was too tired to do it myself. "Get some sleep, buddy. You look tired."
I simply nodded, too exhausted to actually say anything. My eyelids started drooping and I quickly fell asleep in the comfort of my best friends' arms.
Hmm. I'm not sure about this chapter. Or my writing style. But let me know what you think! I get so excited when I get a review! They make my day! :D
~ Nikki
