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"The late February weather tickled my skin as I closed the door to the taxi and gathered my bright orange suitcases. I walked up the steep stairs that lead up to the rusted grayish brown door. A whole bunch of different emotions flowed my mind as I was about to see my family again. The door swished open and Connor enveloped me in an abnormally large hug."
Natalie finally sees her cousin Connor Ball again after a few years. While in Scotland, she and her new friends encounter hardship, heartbreak, and many adventures.


44. Natalie's POV

Chapter 44- Natalie (Listen to “Pompeii By: Bastille)

    At this point in my relationship with James, I would say that I’m in love with him. It’s just hard to verbalize. Last night we went out to dinner and he sang me a few songs. He has told me plenty of times that he loves me and I thinks that he wants me to say it. I stopped myself from saying something during dinner which I could tell frustrated him. I want to tell him, but I want it to be the right time. When I really know definitely that I’m in love.

    I grabbed my bag from the counter and threw on a fedora that I had laying around. I was getting ready to see my mother. I latched onto Maria and pulled her downstairs. My hands were shaking and turned purple as I turned the door knob out of my house. We walked over to Keyseason Road and into the enormous coffee shop on the corner. Half the shop wasn’t even being used and it just seemed like a huge waste of space. I scanned the room for anyone who reminded me of my mother. A petite woman in a ripped up old pea coat sat in the corner drinking something from a weirdly shaped bottle. She turned and noticed us staring.

“That can’t be mom.” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m afraid it is.” Maria commented. A giant smile spread across her face. Her teeth were yellow and brown with various spots of black painted on them. Her hair was bright red tangled  into crazy knots probably impossible to get out. Her eyes had dark purple bags that lead all the way down to her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot and red around the rims. It looked liek she hadn’t slept in days. She must have been in her early 30’s but she looked like she was 80.

“Natalie? Maria?” She said attempting to stand up but then falling back into her seat. “It’s so nice to see you. Sit down girls.” My heart pounded in my chest. I’m surprised it didn’t explode. Maria held my hand tight as we sat down. Mom took another swig of whatever was in the jar. She shook her head vigorously and squeezed her eyes shut. “Wooh. Haha! That was strong. Want some?”

“No thanks.” Maria said denying the offer. I was too scared to move my mouth.

“It’s too hot here. Let’s chat at my house.” Mom suggested.

“Um I-” I started.

“You’re coming!” She demanded. We walked across the street and into this beautiful apartment. My mom literally lived down the street from me… She plopped into a huge red chair and put on the T.V. “Make me tea!”

“Where is the kettle? And Teabags?” I asked.

“ Find it.” She commanded. I looked through every cubby, closet and drawer in the kitchen. I found the kettle already on the stove and the tea bags underneath a bunch of pills. Once the tea was ready I poured some into a teacup and brought it to her. “What is this crap!?” She yelled.

“It’s your- uh, tea.” Glass shattered all over the floor as she smashed the tea cup right next to me. A few pieces of glass were dug into my legs and they started bleeding everywhere. Maria rushed to me and pulled out one of the shards.

“You girls are so annoying! Clean this up!” She yelled throwing more glass at our backs. I felt a burning sensation run down my back as she held a bottle of gasoline and a torch of fire over me. Maria tried pushing me away but Mom dumped the whole bottle of gasoline onto both of us. We both luckily dodged the fire and made our way through the glass to the door which ended up being locked. Mom threw a baseball right at the back of Maria’s head. She dropped down onto the floor with a thump landing in the huge pile of the hard multicolored ceramic shards. My fists clenched and I jolted towards my mom. Before I could pounce on her she held a knife as long as a ruler in front of me. She came forwards as I moved backwards. “Mom- please.” I cried. She dropped the knife and punched me right in the face. Everything soon became white as if the world around me was disappearing.

    I woke up in excruciating pain. I was probably in a hospital of some sort. Connor was sitting next to me tending to my wounds with a nurse.

“I’m so sorry Nat!” Indie said rushing towards me. “I thought that this would help you. I-”  I waved for her to stop and I didn’t want to speak. Well I couldn’t anyways. My throat felt like there was a huge needle stuck in it.  Another nurse came in with a sorry look upon her attractive face.

“Ms. Ball?” She asked. I nodded. “I have some terrible news. I need your friends to leave please.” I knew exactly what it was going to be about. I started to cry before she said anything. “Your sister, she’s… not doing so well. We are trying the best we can to help her. She has major internal bleeding and a huge concussion. Even if she gets better, she won’t be able to remember you, she will have a huge disability…” I was crying so much everything seemed to be blurry. I closed my eyes and opened them again in hope that I would be dreaming. Well, I sure wasn’t. I’m guessing the nurse had told the rest of the gang when she left. Connor had tears cascading down his now red face. He grabbed my neck and pulled me in close. We were both sobbing into each others shoulders. James approached us and placed his hand on my head, slowly stroking it back and fourth.

“It’s ok. Shhh. Shhh. You’re ok.” He whispered. Brad and Tristan kneeled down beside us.  I’ve never seen Connor cry this much. He always kept his feelings to himself and never showed them.

“It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!” Indie repetitively yelled at herself. Tristan took her outside to try to calm her. Connor released his grip slowly pulling back and wiping his eyes.

“She could still survive right?” He asked the nurse next to me.

“It’s a very small chance honey.” She rubbed his back. “But lets be optimistic. She’s still here right?” Connor nodded.

“Can we see her?” I asked.

“Oh no sweetie. You need to rest yourself.-” She started.

“I need to see my sister!!” I yelled.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry but you can’t-”

“PLEASE! PLEASE! I NEED TO SEE HER! PLEASE JUST ONE LAST TIME!” I whined, tears streaming down my face. My throat hurting like hell afterwards. 

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” She answered.

“Why!? Why can’t I see her!”

“Honey, you are connected to an IV. You also have a machine connected to you to help you breath. I’ll see what I can do. But no promises.” The nurse left the room. I looked down at myself. My arm was bruised, a few miscellaneous stitches here and there. My left side was perfectly symmetrical. Two plastic tubes connected to an oxygen machine ran down my left leg. I’m sure my hair was crazy and I probably had a huge bruise on my face from when she punched me. Who knows what she did when I was out. No one spoke for a while. We were all in shock. “Hey guys! Good news. Natalie and Connor can see her. But no one else. It’s too dangerous.” The nurse re- entered the room, and helped me into a wheelchair. She placed the oxygen tank into the side pocket and wheeled the IV next to me. As we entered the rather old elevator, Connor grabbed my hand and held onto it tightly. He looked down at me and gave me a closed mouth smile. I gave him one back and he squeezed my hand. The doors opened and the nurse wheeled me into the hallway. I squinted my eyes to see a sign which read, ‘Hospice’ I placed my other hand onto my forehead and closed my eyes.  She was in a hospice. The place where they send people before they die. It was happening.  It was happening when I saw her face. She looked weak, her face purple, eyes red, her neck was swollen, still some small pieces of glass stuck in it. Her blonde hair was stained red and black. She lifted up her hand and slowly smiled and waved. I waved back as the nurse led me beside her bed.

“Hey.” She weakly stated. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. My throat hurts, how about you?” I replied.

“I’m a mess. I’m dying.-”

“No you’re not.” I tried reassuring.

“Don’t do that Nat! You know I hate that! I’m in a freakin hospice for goodness sakes!”

“There is still a chance you can get better.” I let go of Connor’s hand and grabbed Maria’s. “Whatever happens, I’ll always be here for you. Whether I’m in Heaven or here on Earth, I’m always right by your side. I’m your identical twin sister. You always have a part of me in you.” She said in a raspy voice. I gave her a quick hug not wanting to hurt her.

“How’s your head?” I asked.

“It’s ok I guess. Do you know what happened?”

“Well It started when I wanted to see mom again-”

“No! No! I already know that! How did I get a concussion and internal bleeding?”

“Oh. Well. We both were headed towards the exit door and she threw a baseball at your head. The internal bleeding, i’m not sure. She knocked me out right after.”

“That bitch.” She mumbled.

“Maria, she was obviously drunk.-”

“That doesn’t make it ok for her to kill me Nat.”

“I know.” I said. She sat upwards and started choking but them laid back down. “Ok?” She lifted up a thumb and nodded.

“Alright. I’m sorry that i’m going to have to break this up. We need to go back. Natalie, we still have to get some glass out from your feet.” The nurse stated grabbing back onto my wheelchair.

“can I say goodbye please?” I said making her turn me around. I gave her a hug. “See you tomorrow!”

“If there is a tomorrow.”

“There will be.” We went back to the room and everyone was still there. The nurse had to shoo everyone out for a few minutes. She pulled up my gown revealing my banged up legs and pulling out the big shards first. I winced in pain and shut my eyes not looking at what she was doing. The soft rubber gloves glided on my leg as she finished the last big piece. She pulled out a tweezer and started picking at a few of the smaller ones. These hurt much less. She was soon over and wrapped a huge bandage onto my leg. The blankets looked like they were painted bright red. I closed my eyes for a few short moments. I felt an arm reach across my body but I was in too much pain to even look.

    I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a huge beam of sunlight in my eyes. I immediately thought of The Vamp's single ‘Last Night’. It totally summarized how I was feeling. ‘I wake up in the morning with the sunlight in my eyes, I know my head don’t feel so right, what the hell happened last night.’ I turned around to see a sleeping James. How did he even get the nurse to let him sleep with me? I tickled his nose with a chuckle and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispered touching my cheek with the back of his hand.

“Mhm.” Our foreheads touched and his breath tickled my lips. I closed my eyes and his mouth hit mine. We pulled back and I reopened my eyes to see him smiling.

“You need to smile more.” He placed his fingers at the corners of my mouth and pulling them upwards causing me to smile. He pecked my lips once more before getting up and sitting in a chair.

“Where is everyone?” I asked. My throat in even more pain.

“They all had to leave. Connor is with Maria right now.” He answered. The door flew open and the nurse rushed in.

“Come on! Quick!” She hurried me into the wheelchair and ran outside into the elevator. James followed.

“What’s happening!” I questioned.

“Maria’s giving out.” She replied as the doors opened. She ran into the room where Maria was staying. She looked weaker than last night. She was much skinnier and was foaming at the mouth. Blood soon began to drip from the corner of her lips. “The bleeding is getting to her head!” The nurse shouted. I grabbed onto Maria’s hand.

“It’s ok. Just close your eyes.” I said.

“No. I want to be here for you. I want to live Nat! I want to bungee jump, travel the world, ride a rollercoaster, have a boyfriend, get married and have kids. I want to do all of these things. But I can’t!” The blood was pouring from her mouth.

“Calm down. Rest your head.”

“No. No! Natalie. I don’t want to die!” She whined. “I especially don’t want to die like this. This is not peaceful.”

“Maria, look at me.-”

“I can’t see anything! It’s all black!”

“Maria, get ready. You have two minutes left.” The nurse said.

“I love you Natalie and Connor. I’m going to miss you.” She cried.

“Lay your head back Maria. Take a deep breath and relax. Talk slowly. I’m going to miss you too. I love you more than you can ever imagine. “ I said. My throat killing me but it was worth it talking to Maria.

“I feel it. It’s going white.” She panicked.

“I love you Maria.” Connor and I both said.

“I… love… youu…” Her head fell back, her body stopped shaking. I felt lifeless myself. I kissed her hand before leaving the now very silent room and entering the hallway.

    I couldn't ever imagine life without her. She was my other half. She made me feel better when I was down, played dolls with me even though she hated dolls, taught me how to kick a football and how to add two plus two. She was there for me threw thick and thin. We got into fights but were forced to make up since we were sisters. We experienced our first kisses together while on a double date. We did everything hand and hand. We were almost never separated until she joined the Navy. I sat on the hospital bed. No one in the room, not even my roommate. My hands covered my face and i buried my head into my knees. I was going to get through this. She’s looking down at me right now. I feel her right next to me. I tried to cry but nothing came out. I was still trying to deny the fact that she was gone. I tried to pray but no words came out. My throat was on fire. It was burning. I wanted to die. Why did Maria have to. She didn’t want to. Why is life unfair? Why do the bad things always happen to the good people?

A/N: Sorry to make this depressing, but here it is. I was crying while writing this.Comment if you cried.

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