Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away, chapter 8
"Billie, Franky, come ON!" I urged as I dragged the two reluctant boys through the hospital doors.
"But I can't! You don't understand, Mia! This is where you died.. I can't go back there. It'll be weird and creepy and-" Frank started to ramble, but I cut him off.
"I just want to know what'll happen. I want to know if you can see.. Other people here."
So we walked through entrance of the hospital. Nurses and doctors rushing to help patients, and the people who had died, sitting in the hallways, talking amongst themselves, carrying on as if this was their home. I led Frank and Billie Joe over to a man I recognised. He was sitting on a couch, among the living, breathing people, his face in his hands, and he was crying.
"Um.. Uh.. Hello again, someone here wants to see you.."
He looked up at me and saw Billie Joe standing next to me. When he looked into Billie's eyes, his son noticed him sitting there and collapsed on the floor. His father picked him up and he quickly regained conciousness.
"Dad?" he asked quietly, "Is that really you?"
"It is," Andy replied. "I love you, son. Your mother, your brothers, your sisters, I love them too. I just wanted to tell you that before I left, but I never got a chance.."
At that moment I felt a tugging at my hand, leading me to a nearby door. A door that hadn't been there before. Billie's dad must have felt it, too, because instinctively he stood up and stared at the door.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he replied, "There's only one way to find out."
So we walked to the door, the tugging getting stronger the closer we got. We were about two feet away when the door swung open, and a blinding light pulled us in through the door. I shut my eyes because the light was too painful. We were being pulled through a tunnel, like a waterslide, but we were flying. It was scary. I felt my head hit something and I felt myself go numb again.
***
"Mia, are you alright?" a voice came in my ear. I opened my eyes to see a twelve year old Frank, and, that's right, a twelve year old me.
"What the HELL happened?!" I asked.
"You fell down the stairs.. I came running back to see if you were okay, so, are you?"
"I don't know, Franky.. I think I saw the future.. But I died, and you were so different.."
"Different?" he asked. "Wait, you DIED?! Mia, don't ever die.. Please.. I would miss you too much, and then I would have to die so I could be with you."
"That's so sweet," I said, hugging him, "And you got into the band in my dream."
He jumped up and down. "Yay!"
"But I can't! You don't understand, Mia! This is where you died.. I can't go back there. It'll be weird and creepy and-" Frank started to ramble, but I cut him off.
"I just want to know what'll happen. I want to know if you can see.. Other people here."
So we walked through entrance of the hospital. Nurses and doctors rushing to help patients, and the people who had died, sitting in the hallways, talking amongst themselves, carrying on as if this was their home. I led Frank and Billie Joe over to a man I recognised. He was sitting on a couch, among the living, breathing people, his face in his hands, and he was crying.
"Um.. Uh.. Hello again, someone here wants to see you.."
He looked up at me and saw Billie Joe standing next to me. When he looked into Billie's eyes, his son noticed him sitting there and collapsed on the floor. His father picked him up and he quickly regained conciousness.
"Dad?" he asked quietly, "Is that really you?"
"It is," Andy replied. "I love you, son. Your mother, your brothers, your sisters, I love them too. I just wanted to tell you that before I left, but I never got a chance.."
At that moment I felt a tugging at my hand, leading me to a nearby door. A door that hadn't been there before. Billie's dad must have felt it, too, because instinctively he stood up and stared at the door.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he replied, "There's only one way to find out."
So we walked to the door, the tugging getting stronger the closer we got. We were about two feet away when the door swung open, and a blinding light pulled us in through the door. I shut my eyes because the light was too painful. We were being pulled through a tunnel, like a waterslide, but we were flying. It was scary. I felt my head hit something and I felt myself go numb again.
***
"Mia, are you alright?" a voice came in my ear. I opened my eyes to see a twelve year old Frank, and, that's right, a twelve year old me.
"What the HELL happened?!" I asked.
"You fell down the stairs.. I came running back to see if you were okay, so, are you?"
"I don't know, Franky.. I think I saw the future.. But I died, and you were so different.."
"Different?" he asked. "Wait, you DIED?! Mia, don't ever die.. Please.. I would miss you too much, and then I would have to die so I could be with you."
"That's so sweet," I said, hugging him, "And you got into the band in my dream."
He jumped up and down. "Yay!"
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