Anyone notice how my first sentence is copied right above me? I don't do it on purpose… IT'S WITCHCRAFT!! Oh yes and Watched 2 much TV, I'm glad you still have hope in her. Don Pianta (hope I spelt that right): I know isn't she?! I just watched an episode last night and the last thing Daley would is start a fight lol. Oh well, I like the new Day. More backbone! !smiles! Girlyworld95: Answer to your pm: I'm still inhumanly obsessed with him. And Pete Wentz… And Jared Leto… OMG and Gerard Way. And a bunch of other guys… I'm going to shut up now and give you guys the chapter. Which is by the way, my favorite.
Chapter Twenty: 9 Minutes of Hell
Melissa's mother bit her lip, feeling the familiar taste of blood spread along her scabbed-over lips. The news was broken earlier that morning, around the time where people are still sleeping. 4AM to be exact. It didn't matter though.
She still felt like she was walking on clouds, she still thought it was a dream like all the other times she imagined this happening. Survivors of Flight 29 were found. Nine. Nine people were found and alive. One in critical condition. Two deprived of food and water. One with severe head trauma, incurable. The rest had minor injuries. She had also heard one looked Asian. Her heart soared.
"My daughter's coming back," She breathed, the tears starting to come back to her eyes. Now usually the tears burned with regret and depression. These were happy, hopeful. Melissa's mother had no doubts her daughter was alive.
So here she sat with the other parents of the Flight 29 group. They all had the same things on their mind: My child is alive. It didn't matter that they only found nine people, the parent were in denial that only nine of their thoughts were actually right.
Someone burst into tears suddenly. "I need to see him! I need to see him!" The mother cried as a stranger put their arm around them. They were pulling together. Everyone here had lost someone for the last month and a half. Everyone had felt the blow of the loss.
"Shh, it's alright. They said they're releasing the survivors in 10 minutes, we can wait that much longer," the stranger comforted the distressed woman. Everyone's eyes fell to the clock, watching in angst as the thin line met with the number twelve. 9 more minutes left.
"I lost two of them though! Two! Do you now how small a chance there is that both of them are alive?!" the woman sobbed louder.
Ouch, Melissa's mother thought. How much would it hurt if none of that woman's children were alive? She shook her head, she shouldn't think of things like that. Bad karma.
The parents continued to glare at the clock, wishing time would go faster. Ignoring the sobs of the woman so they too, wouldn't break down. That was the key. If they thought they're child was alive they wouldn't be sad. So no tears, no death. At least that's the way they were looking at it.
"8 minutes."
She could see her daughter's smile. White and bright with the thought of knowing she was her mother's everything. Melissa was alive. Alive!
"7 minutes."
The sound of the crying mother turned into hic-uped breaths and whimpers. Someone was praying in a harsh whisper, feverishly.
"6 minutes."
The banging sound of something hitting metal made everyone jump and squeal.
"Sorry," a man whispered, his cheeks burning. He held up a Coke and pointed to the vending machine. "Thirsty."
"5 minutes."
Melissa's mother couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and headed for the bathrooms. It was there where she allowed the happy tears to finally fall down her cheeks. She looked into the mirror, taking in the dark smudges underneath her eyes. Lack of sleep, lack of hope, lack of love all led to the bags. Her skin was pulled tight across her cheeks because she felt guilty every time she ate. What if Melissa was dying right now of starvation? No way could she bring food to her lips.
"4 minutes," she said aloud after glancing at her wristwatch. Throwing water over her face, Melissa's mother turned for the door to join the impatient parents.
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Daley's mother sniffed again, watching as the Asian woman stalked towards the bathroom. The face was familiar but she couldn't place whose mother it was. At that moment the doors leading deeper into the hospital swung open.
A teenager stood there, her eyes slanted to look exactly like her mother. Almond-shaped and dark. She was slim like she hadn't eaten properly in a while. A gash stood above her eyebrow, stitched grossly and painfully.
"Where's my mom?" she asked anxiously, her voice high pitched and shrill. Unable to contain her excitement.
"You're earlier," someone muttered but didn't answer her question.
Daley's mother stood up though, "I think she's in the bathroom."
"Thanks," the girl nodded and headed for the bathrooms.
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Melissa's mother tried to open the door, surprised that it resisted as if someone else was pulling on it. "What the hell?"
"Stop pulling," a girl's voice told her.
She stopped. "Melissa?"
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I'm evil. I know. It's my favorite chapter!! And it's quite long considering my usual length. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review.