When the end comes.
Alice had been waiting at 8am sharp in infirmary for her father. She had packed a small bag and a a few books, figuring she would, if nothing else need the distraction. He had arrived shortly before nine, his greying hair looking worse for wear, and his eyes hauntingly hollow. He hadn't said much to her on the trip to St. Mungos but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he father never really was a talkative man. And now she found herself, standing outside of a hospital room watching the comings and goings around her distractedly. She could hear voices within the room, but she was paying little attention to the words. Her father emerged, followed by Mr. Jenkins, a family friend.
"I'm going to go down to the cafateria for a bit Alice, do watch mum for me." He seemed to hesitate then, almost as if he wanted to say something more, or evne hug her. He instead turned away rubbing at his glasses furiously.
She had hung back a moment before finally entering the room. Her mother lay in the bed, soft light streaming in from a window to her left. Alice looked at her mother with almost clinical detattchment, as if afraid to feel anything. She slid her hand along the sheet bringing it to rest of her mother's non-responsive one. Alice began to cry, softly at first and then harder and harder as more and more memories flooded her mind. Being a child running through her father's store, her mum chasing her laughing.
Several hours later Mr. Checkeye wrapped his arms around his sleeping child. She had fallen asleep sitting down in a chair holding on to his wife's hand. Her hair was splayed out across the bed, the same color as her mothers. He closed his eyes for a moment before calling for the nurse. He had to tell someone his wife had past away.
An long piece of parchment with Elegant Handwritting, there are several smudges, either for mistakes or moisture on the paper.
Dear Frank,
I wanted to say thank you again for walking me back to the castle yesterday, it was nice to visit with someone. My mum passed away early this afternoon, and I told you I would let you know how things went. My father isn't taking it well, he hasn't come out of his room since we got home, not that I am doing so well either and I know he hasn't eaten. The funeral is supposed to be on Wednesday, so I should be back at school soon. Please let the guys know I will be ready for the game on Saturday.
Always,
Alice
"I'm going to go down to the cafateria for a bit Alice, do watch mum for me." He seemed to hesitate then, almost as if he wanted to say something more, or evne hug her. He instead turned away rubbing at his glasses furiously.
She had hung back a moment before finally entering the room. Her mother lay in the bed, soft light streaming in from a window to her left. Alice looked at her mother with almost clinical detattchment, as if afraid to feel anything. She slid her hand along the sheet bringing it to rest of her mother's non-responsive one. Alice began to cry, softly at first and then harder and harder as more and more memories flooded her mind. Being a child running through her father's store, her mum chasing her laughing.
Several hours later Mr. Checkeye wrapped his arms around his sleeping child. She had fallen asleep sitting down in a chair holding on to his wife's hand. Her hair was splayed out across the bed, the same color as her mothers. He closed his eyes for a moment before calling for the nurse. He had to tell someone his wife had past away.
An long piece of parchment with Elegant Handwritting, there are several smudges, either for mistakes or moisture on the paper.
Dear Frank,
I wanted to say thank you again for walking me back to the castle yesterday, it was nice to visit with someone. My mum passed away early this afternoon, and I told you I would let you know how things went. My father isn't taking it well, he hasn't come out of his room since we got home, not that I am doing so well either and I know he hasn't eaten. The funeral is supposed to be on Wednesday, so I should be back at school soon. Please let the guys know I will be ready for the game on Saturday.
Always,
Alice