Cravings

The phone rang again, and I immediately looked over at my clock. It was 2:30 in the morning, and this time the ringing never stopped. The hall light went on and it wasn't long before I could hear my mother's voice and she was mumbling. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew something was wrong. I tried to listen to the conversation as much as I could, but my door was closed, and she'd taken the call down stairs. Her voice grew louder; squeaked the way it did when she was scared, or something really bad happened. I couldn't move. I watched the light beneath the door, waiting for it to turn off, but it never did.The calmness was so quiet I could hear my own heart beating. With my legs pulled close to my chest, I found myself staring at the door waiting for the light to go off. I felt uneasy because it was still on, and still just as quiet. Whispers started between her and my father, which escalated to yelling. Moments later my door opened. Her face was filled with empathy, and it frightened me because she just stood there staring at me. I don't remember what went through my mind while she stood there because I was just too numb. The troubled gaze in her eyes sat me up. I watched for some kind of reaction from her, but there was nothing. "Tierra!" She grabbed me; not rough enough to hurt me, but enough to frighten me. "It's Kyle!" She tried to pull me close to comfort me, but I pushed her away. "What about him?" I didn't know what came over me, but I blamed her for the phone call. Her arms fold tightly across her chest. "He's been rushed to the hospital!" She paused, staring at me as if I were too fragile to hear the rest. I looked at her, but I couldn't speak. "It's serious Tierra-- they don't know if he's going to make it! I'm so sorry!" Her words were just words that I couldn't feel. To me she was a liar, and why she wanted to hurt me, I questioned, but only in my head, and I wanted to leave. "What are you talking about? Kyle's at home!" My voice squeaked no different than hers, my tears poured, and I could barely get air into my lungs. "Mother! What else did they say?" I was practically begging, but she let me imagine the worse. "What else?" I was angry. All she could do was stand there with her hand over her mouth, barely able to form words, shaking and crying, and I couldn't sympathize with her even if I wanted too. "What else?" I couldn't stand it any longer so I grabbed the first pair of pants I could find in my drawer, and pulled on a t- shirt Chelsea left the last time she slept over. I had no idea what it said or how I looked nor did I care. All I wanted was to just to get out of there, away from her, and go to Kyle and prove her wrong. Hortensia Dai'Re