Gone Tomorrow
Sorry for the bad titles ^^; my bit o' comedy in a sad-ish fic.
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The Police officers were trained for this kind of thing. For the most part
they never had to use it. Telling family members of a death in the family
was hard. But telling children made it harder.
"Honey," The officer stepped closer to Haruka. "You're father's been in an
accident."
Haruka looked at the officer with a look that was a mixture of sadness and
disbelief.
"He been taken to the hospital but they don't think..."
"NO!" Haruka interrupted. She shoved past the officer and ran outside. "NO."
She ran. She wanted to get away. Her father's mothercycle. She ran to where
they parked it and climbed on. "I can do this."
She put up the kick stand and held the brakes. "OK." She started the cycle
and let up on the brakes. She could do this. She had to find her father.
It was some mistake. He wasn't dead.
She wobbled on the motorcycle but managed to get it out on the road just as
the officers ran out.
For one wonderous moment Haruka forgot about why she was on the motorcycle.
The speed was addictive. But when the police followed her, their sirens
blaring, she was brought back to reality.
What if they were right. She had to get to the hospital. She had been by
it a few times and remembered. Leaning forward on the handlebars she sped up.
The sirens were soon a memory as she pulled up to the hospital.
Haruka pulled up beside the hospital and jumped off the motorcycle. Not even
bothering to put the kick stand down. She ran inside.
***
"Bad news?" Michiru tilted her head slightly to the side, the glint in her
blue eyes diminishing.
"Honey," The officer in front squatted down, making himself shorter than Michiru.
"I'm afraid your mother was in a accident."
"No.." Michiru gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Tears threatened to flow.
"She was taken to the hospital."
The tears came now. Like a waterfall. "no. no. no. She was supposed to teach
me.."
"We're sorry." The officer still standing said.
Like sorry helped. Like sorry would bring back her mother. Sorry didn't stop
the pain. Sorry wouldn't take care of her.
"We were sent to bring you to the hospital. He lowered his head. They still
need a relative to identify the body." The man, squatting, stood up.
Michiru didn't know what to do. Her mother. Her caregiver, was gone. Now
she was operating on autopilot. She ran to the officer and wrapped around his
waist sobbing. Of course she didn't know the man, but he was an adult.
The officer, surprised, looked at his partner. He picked up Michiru, still
still sobbing, and carried her out to his car. They drove to the hospital.
When they pulled up another squad car arrived.
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Gah.. I was literally sobbing when I typed this out.
There should only be one more section.
Sorry for the bad titles ^^; my bit o' comedy in a sad-ish fic.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Police officers were trained for this kind of thing. For the most part
they never had to use it. Telling family members of a death in the family
was hard. But telling children made it harder.
"Honey," The officer stepped closer to Haruka. "You're father's been in an
accident."
Haruka looked at the officer with a look that was a mixture of sadness and
disbelief.
"He been taken to the hospital but they don't think..."
"NO!" Haruka interrupted. She shoved past the officer and ran outside. "NO."
She ran. She wanted to get away. Her father's mothercycle. She ran to where
they parked it and climbed on. "I can do this."
She put up the kick stand and held the brakes. "OK." She started the cycle
and let up on the brakes. She could do this. She had to find her father.
It was some mistake. He wasn't dead.
She wobbled on the motorcycle but managed to get it out on the road just as
the officers ran out.
For one wonderous moment Haruka forgot about why she was on the motorcycle.
The speed was addictive. But when the police followed her, their sirens
blaring, she was brought back to reality.
What if they were right. She had to get to the hospital. She had been by
it a few times and remembered. Leaning forward on the handlebars she sped up.
The sirens were soon a memory as she pulled up to the hospital.
Haruka pulled up beside the hospital and jumped off the motorcycle. Not even
bothering to put the kick stand down. She ran inside.
***
"Bad news?" Michiru tilted her head slightly to the side, the glint in her
blue eyes diminishing.
"Honey," The officer in front squatted down, making himself shorter than Michiru.
"I'm afraid your mother was in a accident."
"No.." Michiru gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Tears threatened to flow.
"She was taken to the hospital."
The tears came now. Like a waterfall. "no. no. no. She was supposed to teach
me.."
"We're sorry." The officer still standing said.
Like sorry helped. Like sorry would bring back her mother. Sorry didn't stop
the pain. Sorry wouldn't take care of her.
"We were sent to bring you to the hospital. He lowered his head. They still
need a relative to identify the body." The man, squatting, stood up.
Michiru didn't know what to do. Her mother. Her caregiver, was gone. Now
she was operating on autopilot. She ran to the officer and wrapped around his
waist sobbing. Of course she didn't know the man, but he was an adult.
The officer, surprised, looked at his partner. He picked up Michiru, still
still sobbing, and carried her out to his car. They drove to the hospital.
When they pulled up another squad car arrived.
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Gah.. I was literally sobbing when I typed this out.
There should only be one more section.