“Why are you in such a rush?” Garrett asked as soon as we were on the highway.
“I didn’t want to hear Damon’s stupid voice.” I replied.
Garrett nodded in understanding and continued driving.
Not long after, I got bored and turned the radio on. Wrecking Ball was playing and I immediately switched stations.
I flipped through the different stations until I found one I liked. Echo by Jason Walker started playing and my mood lifted drastically, even though it was a fairly sad song. This was one of my all time favourites.
I started singing along and Garrett looked at me funny.
“What?” I asked in the middle of a note. His stare was really starting to creep me out.
“You’re an amazing singer.” He stated, bringing his eyes back to the road ahead of us.
“Thanks.” I replied happily.
I already knew I was a good singer, not to be cocky, but that didn’t really matter to me since no one had ever heard me sing other than my parents, Dylan, and now Garrett.
Music was just something I wanted to keep to myself.
I sang along to the songs I knew until we pulled into the parking lot of our destination fifteen minutes later.
Our moods switched from upbeat to solemn in a millisecond.
We walked into the building, a place you never want someone you care about to be in, and signed in at the front desk before making our way to Victoria’s room.
We both stood at the threshold of her room, just looking at her little figure.
There, laying in the hospital bed, was the most important person in the world to me, three year old Victoria.
I took in her usual bald head, sickly pale skin, and skinny form. I hate cancer. No one, especially children, should have to go through this.
“Hey princess.” I said softly, as not to startle her. She was currently watching her favourite movie Tangled.
She always said that when she got better she would have hair just like Repunzle.
“Sophia!” Tori exclaimed in her high pitch voice. I walked over and pulled her into a gentle hug.
Just hearing her voice could put me at ease for a day. I always feared that one day I would come in and she wouldn’t be able to talk or walk or even open her eyes.
“I brought you a visitor.” I told her, pointing at the door where Garrett was still standing.
“Garrett!” she squealed.
Garrett walked over to her and gave her a hug, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle.
“Mind if we stay and watch a movie with you?” I asked the little ball of sunshine beside me.
“Yes! Yes! Come sit!” She exclaimed.
I love how she’s always happy and optimistic. She just gave off a positive vibe that everyone loves.
As Garrett put in the movie Bambi, Tori’s second favourite movie, I sat down next to her and got comfortable.
“Have mom and dad visited lately?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “Today.”
I nodded in approval. For some reason I felt like one day they would stop coming to see her, and stop taking care of us.
I ignored any other bad thoughts when the movie started.
“She seemed good today.” Garrett said as we drove back to my house after our visit with Tori.
“She has her good and bad days, today was a good one.” I agreed.
After that we stopped talking. Victoria’s health was not a topic we liked to talk about.
A little while later we arrived at my house and I bid Garrett a quick goodbye before exiting his car.
“I’m home!” I yelled to however was there when I walked through the door.
“Did you eat something while you were out?” Mom asked, coming out from the kitchen.
“No, but I’m not really hungry. I’ll get something to eat a little later.” I told her.
She nodded, so I went upstairs to my room.
I plopped onto my bed and just stared at a random spot on my ceiling, thinking about Tori, Dylan, and the project I would have to do with Damon.
Soon enough I got bored and looked around my room for entertainment. My eyes landed on my window, where I saw Dylan and Damon wrestling.
I put a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh. This was hilarious, they were pretty much just rolling around on the ground other than when Damon shouted “R.K.O!” and basically slammed Dylan and himself on the floor.
Dylan and I used to wrestle all the time, but if we did that now he’d surely crush me.
Eventually it got boring to watch so I decided to just go to bed early.
I walked into my closet to put on my pyjamas, which consisted of a worn out tank top and jogging pants, then got under my covers and closed my eyes. It’s been a long day.
What the hell is that?
I groaned and opened my eyes, turning my head to look at my alarm clock - 3:45.
Groaning again, I got up from my comfy, warm, bed and went to my window, where the sound was coming from.
At first I didn’t see anything.
I was about to go back to bed and forget about this whole thing when the sound came again as a rock hit my window.
I’m going to kill whoever is throwing rocks at my window at 3:45 in the morning!
I opened my window and prepared to yell at whoever was there but an unusually large rock hit my forehead.
“Ow!” I hissed at the same time as someone whispered “Shit!”
My vision went blurry and everything when into slow motion. My head was throbbing, I felt my body come into contact with the floor.
Then someone was beside me.
I tried to keep my eyes open but they felt heavy. I eventually gave in, but not before feeling someone pick me up and place me on my bed.
My last thoughts were that the mysterious person smelt oddly familiar.