Memoir- Losing my best friend
Memoir- Losing My Best Friend I remember everything as if it were yesterday. The shock, the sadness, the pain, and the sickness she had to suffer. I remember sitting beside her, holding her hand as she had IV’s put into her arms. I remember the conversations we had; she’d explain to me how she just wanted to go outside again; she’d be enthusiastic for the day she got out of the hospital; we made plans for when she beat cancer. Two years have gone by so fast, and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her. My day was going on like any other day; everything was the same until the phone rang. I picked up the phone and all I heard was crying on the other end. I instantly got worried and asked frantically what was wrong, but the upset parent just kept sobbing while trying to explain what had happened. It took a minute for me to decipher what it was she was saying, but once I had figured it out it hit me hard in the chest. My best friend had been admitted into the hospital for seizures. I begged everyone I knew with a license to drive me down to see her. It didn’t take too long before someone gave in and agreed to drive me. We left for Cincinnati as soon as we could leave, the five hour drive seemed like an eternity of worry and distress, but finally we made it to the hospital. I rushed in, and after ten minutes of running around trying to find the right room we found her. I rushed into her room, and as soon as I saw her I could tell something was wrong. She was lying in the hospital bed with her hands together on her stomach. Her eyes had bags under them, her skin color wasn’t tanned like it usually was, and her breathing was heavy and raspy. I almost didn’t recognize her; I slowly walked over to her and sat down beside her bed. She smiled at me and held out her hand for me to hold. “What happened Hunter?” I asked softly holding her hand. “Nothing happened…I’m fine.” She assured her voice slightly raspy. At that moment, me and her parents were