Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Dancing In The Rain: 9

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                                                                   PHOEBE

I sat in that room. Grandmummy didn't wake up once. I knew though, this was going to be one of the last times that I see grandmummy. Mummy took me out into the hall after my hour was up. She said she had wanted to talk to me. Which, when people have been wanting to talk with me, have not turned out so well. Though, I obeyed.

"Look, sweetie," Yup. I am pretty sure some bad news is coming. She's trying to sugar coat it. "Grandmummy probably won't be able to make it. She's low in finance, and we can't make that big of a donation, with our low income. Grandmummy said that she'd rather have us keep our money, and let her go."

I could not believe this. I would way rather have grandmummy here, than keep our money. "How much are the bills. I am making a lot of money, maybe I could help pay them off. I mean I make a few hundred each day." She shook her head. "Baby, we can't. We need to just let this go. These are the hard mom decisions that I am stuck making. I can tell you when you grow up, you will be thankful that we made this decision."

I started crying. I could not bear losing grandmummy. She's the one who used to help me with homework, and draw pretty ponies with me. She has always been there for me. Why can't I be there for her this time.

A huge line of nurses entered with a stretcher into grandmummy's room and before I knew it, we were all rushing to the emergency room.

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I don't know what happened throughout those two hours. First, there were nurses and another new room, then there was screaming, and crying. And, before I knew it, Grandmummy was gone. There was nothing I could do.

Mummy came out the room, because daddy had dragged her out. She was screaming and crying. She was crying real hard also. "Daddy, what's going on?" I hadn't known at this time. "Sweetie, grandmummy's gone. Now, do you mind riding your bike home. We'd like you to get your rest for your job."

How could daddy do this. I just lost one of the most important people in my life. Not to mention mummys. I can't bear to feel what mummy's feeling. I wish this had never happened. That Caitlyn hadn't got kidnapped. That grandmummy hadn't got sick. That the nurse hadn't screwed up on her treatment.

All these things that I wish hadn't happened. I never once thought of this kind of scenario. What am I going to do? Who will I call when I'm bored? Who will come over for the holiday's not to mention Christmas, and string popcorn onto garlands to go onto the Christmas tree.

I sat in silence before leaving the building. The lady behind the desk gave my bike, and a sympathetic look. She must have gotten the news. I didn't think about turning on my iPod, in fear I'd break into tears any moment a slow song tuned on.

When I got to the apartment, the same guy from a few nights ago was sitting against the door of his apartment, drinking a Bud Lite beer. He looked like he got another tattoo on his left arm. Not that I noticed.

He look crazy and drunk. He must have drunk too much. I basically ran into the bathroom and flipped on the shower. I took a super long shower then went to sit on the couch. It was only around seven, yet it was dark.

I pulled ingredients and baked some cookies. I hoped that would atleast help me cheer up a little bit, but it didn't. I munched on my cookie while watching a TV show about the new internationally famous band, One Direction.

To get my mind off Grandmummy, I chose which guy was the cutest, and which I would want to marry. I know that's real lame, but lots of girls at my school do that. So? What does it matter.

When I finally decided to go to bed, I had already cried six times. I had went through a whole box of tissues. I was super sad, and just wanted to go off with grandmummy to heaven.

Wait. I've read about his. This is suicidal feelings. People kill themselves because of this. I can't let that happen to myself. I've finally got the freedom I need. But, not the liberty. I wonder how Marissa from last year in school felt when she lost her mom. It must have felt even worse, because she was probably more closer to her than I am to grandmummy.

I shut my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. I didn't want to wake up. All I wanted to do is stay with God for the rest of my life.

But.

I.

Couldn't.

I.

Have.

A.

Life.

To.

Live.

                                                                       Caitlyn

The same routine happened for six straight nights. Finally a new girl came and she was really pretty. She got fed the fatty burgers. She never once looked at anyone, and just kept to herself.

Smart girl. At night, she'd take the top of the bunk. I fell asleep easier and easier each night I was trapped. This wasn't very fun. Until, one night, we were all transferred again. We drove for another three hours and ended even farther away from New York.

The police must be on the case because Christine would not just let me go that easy. I'm her favorite baking buddy. When we got to the new place, it was much bigger and we got two couches instead of a wood bench to sit on. There was even a TV. The news was on.

"This is Allison Joe, reporting live from Times Square. We are still missing twenty year look, Caitlyn hendren. If you see this young lady please call the police immediatly." They flashed a picture of me and the camera was sent to the weatherman.

Nope, you can't just let Caitlyn leave that easily. There was about an hour of other news, then Allison Joe showed up again. "This is Allison Joe, we are all searching for Caitlyn Hendren, as a group. The leader is one of Caitlyn's friends, Christine and Jim.

A smile spread acrost my face and realized people really do care for me. They showed clips of Police, and Jim and Christine. I saw many tears. Then, something surprising showed up on the screen that may have just saved my sorry butt.