Phone on the Wall

Phone on the Wall

Irritated from the sound ringing off the wall.

The phone awaited me as I dragged my low darkened figure into the kitchen.

“Open up, I’m at the front door”

Silence.

Buzzing.

In a confused panic I debated on whether to answer.

As I peeled back the door the words I heard next would forever changed my life.

“You’re parents…”

“They were in an accident.”

Every sound around me muted.

My knees felt like jelly.

Every breathe 

Keeping me stable

Keeping me sane.

My mind left my body as I found myself in a car on my way to the destination.

Drifting off like a dark cloud on a rainy day.

Emotions rushing in like a wave then flooding back into the abyss.

Feeling everything and nothing all at once.

The moment I saw them side by side.

Divided  by a wall of fabric.

I had no words to say.

Just loud echo's of nothingness.

Filling my mind like an empty cave.

Specks of glass still covered my mom's fragile body.

As I walked over to my dad, I found him covered with a blanket to shield us from the reality underneath.

A puddle of blood stained the floor. 

As my eyes wandered to my dad from the floor I noticed a few cuts and a small gash were visible.

I thought that was the worst of it all but underneath the blanket would tell me differently.

Suddenly my dad lists off things for us to bring to our next visit, as he’s wheeled down the hall for surgery. .

“It’s going to be okay,” I told myself.

Part of me believed it.

The next day.

That’s when reality hit.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

Confused and numb.

What was normal?

Tomorrow hit and my siblings and I were faced with the consequences of a tragedy my parents didn't make.

My parents, they suffered for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yet this should have never happened!!!

My heart.

Raging with anger.

A deep sadness unable to surface.

Stepping into the gloomy room I saw my mom, laying helpless.

Every breath scrapped through her broken ribs.

All I wanted to do was hug her, hold her in my arms.

But she was too weak, too fragile for me to touch.

Next.

I entered the ICU.

My mind went in a spiral.

When I laid eyes on him, reality struck.

Under the poles that penetrated through his limbs through the wires, breathing mask, and anything else that qualified as hospital equipment. 

Underneath it all was a man.

A man in a fight for his life.

My dad.

My parents, they were my safe place.

 They were almost taken from me.

Because someone was careless and didn’t keep their eyes on the road.