I slowly sank to the ground, depression setting in. My body felt limp and useless. The room fell silent, and all I could hear was my the beat of my own heart. My father had left my mother,  and there was no sign of him coming back. And to top that off, my grandmother had been diagnosed with colon cancer the day after.

I reached under the counter in the kitchen to get the paper towels, but as I lifted my arm, the bottom of the countertop slit my forearm. A stream of blood gushed from my arm as I gripped it in a feeling of sheer agony. I fell to the floor and lay there, lifeless as the my blood surrounded me on the floor. My hands had turned a pale white. The white shirt I was wearing had turned a beautiful shade of crimson. I turned my head and looked in awe and admiration as the world slowly went black.
    Three Days Later
I woke up in a hospital bed, vision blurred. I could see outlines of people surrounding me. They were speaking in whispers until my mother had seen that I was awake.

“Aiden?” she said as if questioning who I was. “Are you okay?”

I replied in a whisper,”I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“Other than the heart attack you gave me, I’m fine,”  my mother said in shaky voice.

She sounded relieved, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled that sparkly smile that she had always smiled. She then hugged me harder than she ever had. It felt like like a bear had entangled me in it’s arms, but I could sense the love. It felt warm and made me feel cared about. She released me from her colossal embrace, and I breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure was taken from my ribcage. I waited for the room to clear and everybody’s questions had been answered so I could sleep, but I had one more visitor. Madison had slipped through the crowd of my family and was waiting in the doorway for the room to clear. She casually strutted over to my bedside and sat in my squishy chair.

“So how’s everything going?” she said in a tone that made it seem sarcastic in some ways.

“I’m doing fine. Are you doing okay?” I asked without hesitation.

She sat there silent. I was beginning to worry.

“I’m fine. I love you,” she said in a comforting voice.

Then she left without saying a word. I then fell into a deep slumber.