Everything started to sink in.
I will never see or hear my parents laugh again.
I will never see my parents smile again.
My parents will never give me their "speeches."
They wont be able to do anything again. I wiped the cold tears off of my cheeks. And realized I only have 3 days left in this prison until I can go home. Wherever home is now.
I decided I would call the only relative I know of. I picked the phone off the little table, dialled the number and put the phone up to my ear. The phone only rang twice before I heard the cheery voice over the phone.
"Hey uncle gump." We called him gump because when I was little he used to come by a lot and in the mornings he would always be grumpy. I could never say grumpy so we called him gump. This all happened before he moved to Sydney, Australia, 7 years ago.
"Hey sweetheart, hows it going?"
"Pretty good." I lied. "Actually not good. Im in the hospital right now..."
"OH MY GOSH! What happend!" His concerned voice made me nervous.
I gave uncle gump the whole low down on what happened, the accident, the nightmare and the drunk driver who ruined my life. I left the news about my parents to last because I didn't know if I could handle saying it out loud. Finally I did. "But... Uh. Mum and dad... Th-they didn't make it.." I broke into light sobs.
"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry. Its gonna be okay all right? I'll bring you backup to Australia so we can figure things out okay?"
I heard him cough awkwardly on the line, holding back his tears.
"Okay. I'll talk to you soon." I hung up and continued to sob into my pillow.