The Last Time
By Emily Guy
I sprinted up thirteen stairs two at a time as my mom was hollering my name.
“Emily!” she hollered again.
“Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting. My mom didn’t continue, all I saw was the tears streaming down her face.
Thirty long minutes before, I was slowly walking to where my aunt Anne who had triple negative Breast Cancer was laying in her bed.
Slower and slower I got. I started breathing fast. Really fast. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. It couldn’t slow down. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest.
I could tell my face was getting red. Redder and redder, hotter and hotter my face got. My hands got sweaty. It felt as if I was going to melt. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at my mom.
“Go on,” she encouraged. I looked at her and looked back to where my aunt was laying, took a big breath and kept on walking.
“She looks so peaceful and pretty laying there,” I thought to myself, “she already looks like a beautiful angel.”
Strolling slowly as I thought I finally made it to where I she was laying. I looked at her and tears rolled down my face one by one. I smiled at her. Her eyes were closed but I knew she knew I was right there with her.
More and more tears came as I said my last words to her.
“Goodbye Anne. I love you,” was all I could manage to say. More tears came along with the words. Her eyes were closed but I knew she could hear me. I took her hand and squeezed it. It felt good to talk to her one last time.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath either. I took a giant breath, looked at Anne and walked casually walked out of her room. Right as I stepped foot out her door, I ran as fast as I could down the stairs to be in a little spot all by myself.
Thirty minutes past since I ran out of my aunt’s bedroom. Then my mom hollered my name. I sprinted up the stairs two at a time.
“Emily!” she hollered again.
“Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting.
When I saw the tears rolling down her face, I knew my beautiful, wonderful aunt Anne was now an angel.
By Emily Guy
I sprinted up thirteen stairs two at a time as my mom was hollering my name.
“Emily!” she hollered again.
“Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting. My mom didn’t continue, all I saw was the tears streaming down her face.
Thirty long minutes before, I was slowly walking to where my aunt Anne who had triple negative Breast Cancer was laying in her bed.
Slower and slower I got. I started breathing fast. Really fast. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour. It couldn’t slow down. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest.
I could tell my face was getting red. Redder and redder, hotter and hotter my face got. My hands got sweaty. It felt as if I was going to melt. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at my mom.
“Go on,” she encouraged. I looked at her and looked back to where my aunt was laying, took a big breath and kept on walking.
“She looks so peaceful and pretty laying there,” I thought to myself, “she already looks like a beautiful angel.”
Strolling slowly as I thought I finally made it to where I she was laying. I looked at her and tears rolled down my face one by one. I smiled at her. Her eyes were closed but I knew she knew I was right there with her.
More and more tears came as I said my last words to her.
“Goodbye Anne. I love you,” was all I could manage to say. More tears came along with the words. Her eyes were closed but I knew she could hear me. I took her hand and squeezed it. It felt good to talk to her one last time.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath either. I took a giant breath, looked at Anne and walked casually walked out of her room. Right as I stepped foot out her door, I ran as fast as I could down the stairs to be in a little spot all by myself.
Thirty minutes past since I ran out of my aunt’s bedroom. Then my mom hollered my name. I sprinted up the stairs two at a time.
“Emily!” she hollered again.
“Yeah?” I replied out of breath from sprinting.
When I saw the tears rolling down her face, I knew my beautiful, wonderful aunt Anne was now an angel.