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Gran-
Angela "Gran" Martin was a simple woman. Average, nothing special.
Everyday, he husband would leave at 7 am for his work, and she would wake her daughter and son.
She, just like every other woman should, did the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.
She didn't complain, or give life a hard time, so in return, life didn't give her a hard tome.
The years flew by, and her babies grew old, having other children.
When her son Peter, and his wife, Teresa, died, Angela was deviated.
Angela received custody over their 2-year-old daughter at the time, Nina.
She took care of Nina, as if she was her own child.
In a blink of an eye, Nina was gone too.
Angela hated being in the retirement home. It was all stuffy and filled with cranky housemates or overly nice staff.
Everyday, it would be the same.
8:00 am – Wake up
8:10 am – Take a shower/get dressed
8:40 am – Eat breakfast
9:20 am – Do daily exercises
9:50 am – Socialize with housemates
11:00 am – Down time, knit, write letters, etc
12:00 pm – Eat lunch
1:00 pm – Participate in afternoon activities (bingo, entertainers, etc)
5:00 pm – Eat dinner
7:00 pm – Lie down in bed, reading
9:00 pm – Go to sleep
This schedule happened, every single day. Nothing different, just the same.
So Angela was surprised when at 8:32 pm the new nurse, Mara, stepped inside her room, interrupting her reading time.
She looked uneasy and a bit awkward too.
"Ms. Martin?" she asked, clearing her throat.
Angela looked up, "Yes?"
"We just got a call, your granddaughter, Nina Martin…" Mara drowned out.
Angela dropped her book, her hands froze and her eyes grew wide.
This wasn't supposed to be that way. Angela was supposed to die before her kids and grandkids, not the other was around. .
"My little baby, Nina. My little Nina." She whispered.
Her heart, all of her heart broke in half. How was she supposed to live without her whole entire life?
She snapped out of her misery. Her sadness turned into a fiery flaming hatred.
"Leave. Now." She said, pointing to the door. Mara looked startled and surprised
"Ms-" she began.
"Leave. Now." Angela said, her voice rising.
Mara questioned, but didn't ask.
Angela watched Mara leave, she shut the door. She went to the side of her bed weeping in her hands. She couldn't believe that her granddaughter was dead.
Angela had no one left. Her children, grandchildren, and husband were dead.
She cried, cried, about Nina's death, Peter's death, Emilio's death, Victoria's death, everyone's death.
She cried, until she had no more tears.
Then, something changed. A new flame arose. She planned the rest of her life out.
She would go to the funeral, and then she too would kill herself.
Three days later, she wore a black suit with a white handkerchief handy in her bag.
She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. It seemed more like a nightmare, then reality.
Nina, my little Nina. I shall miss you dearly, and I hope life is well over there, because I'll be visiting too.
So I would have updated earlier, but I felt too lazy to type it all out. I can't wait for more House of Anubis, I missed it this week!
Please review! Thanks! Sorry it was shorter.