1. 1 (One Year Earlier)
I looked at my mom with tears in my eyes. She slowly reached for my hand and held it as tight as she could, which wasn't very hard. We both knew what was minutes away from happening. With the scratches and marks on her face, it made it so much harder to keep looking at her, knowing it was my fault.
"I love you, mom." I sobbed.
She looked at me with so much love, I almost forgot about how much pain she was in... Almost. "I love you so much, darling."
"I'm so sorry..." I gasped between sobs. "I love you. Please don't leave me."
"I won't..." She promised as her grip began to lighten on my hand. "I want you to survive. Be strong. I love you. You'll always be my little princess." She kissed my hand and her eyes began to close. The machines hooked up to her stopped beeping completely.
I stared at her, tears constantly streaming down my face. "Mom?" I shook her. "Mom?" I asked again, not admitting to myself what happened. I screamed. "Mom!" I yelled repeatedly.
Seconds later three nurses walked in and pulled me away from her.
I fought against them. "Mom! Mom!" I kept screaming over and over again.
They dragged me outside and told me not to walk in her room. I watched as they carried her out and brought someone new into her room. I sobbed as I ran into the bathroom and into a stall. I sat down and just cried for a very slow hour, or maybe even minutes.
All I could think about was the fact that I had just witnessed my mother die and it was all my fault.