Grandma

For the remaining days, we'll past 3 days, I've been staring at this stupid piece of paper. What did he mean?

'Cherish your last moments with Grandma.'

What did he mean? Was this a threat? Or did I just place Grandma in potential danger? Did I just make the wrong decision to come enter her gates? Did we just caused her indirect harm? Or is it more direct than we think? Will it cause death? I cannot lose yet another family member. I could not handle the fact that I would lose the last standing family member that treats me like one.

I sat on the bench facing the farm, front porch to be exact, the paper in my hand. I looked up to the clear skies. Tears rolled down my face like crazy. I did not know what to do.

"Mother? Are you up there?" I asked with a soft shaky voice.

"Can you hear me? Mother? Father?" I asked again.

I was waiting a reply. Though deep down I knew that they could not answer, I still waited for a good minute for a reply.

"I need you mother, I need you father." I looked down onto the paper.

Bit by bit, tears fell onto the paper. I could not care less. I was in pain. A sharp needle poked onto my heart at every angle. I had no choice but to wipe my tears away. I must not cry. At that very moment, I noticed the wet piece of paper had a faint writing on it. He had used lime to write on this piece of paper.

"In 5 days time, I will see you again. 10am, unlock your truck." It wrote, "be careful, my little angel."

That sounded not as threatening as I thought. I realised then, if he told me to cherish my time, I had no choice but to accept that I had let only two days with Grandma. I went back into he house to see Grandma playing a game of chess with him. They seemed so happy, I did not dare tell him that something bad was about to happen.

All I did was smile and asked to speak to him in a little while.

"We have to leave in two days time. We need to go. or else they might reach there before us." I made up an excuse.

He nodded. I knew he could not bare to leave. He loved grandma very much. However, we had no other choice did we? I feared losing her but if I had to choose between Grandma and Edward, Edward is quite an obvious choice. To face the reality, Edward has a longer life compared to Grandma ahead of him. This was reality.

The thing is, it is the pressure of being hunted that changes you. People always says that they know what to do in times a disaster however, when it happens, it is different. The amount of life and death situations in my life has really caused me to realise one thing, we have to face the reality. Like it or not, the reality is the truth. We have no choice. Life and death is not as simple as one would think it is.

It is more complicated than we think. I mean let us put the theories of death aside. You know those theories about how you go to heaven or hell? Putting that aside, we would still not fully understand the concept of life and death.

I got used to making such decisions to a point where I could do it without emotions affecting me. But Grandma? She affected me. Maybe a tad bit too much. I love her a whole lot. Is it obvious?

Each day passed. Okay sorry 2 days passed and I feel like absolute shit. I covered it up by being 'a good granddaughter' and helped around the field. On the night before the fifth day, I turned to my favourite spot of the house. Before I ran away from Grandma, I lived with her. She took care of me after Mother and Father died. I missed them. I sat there. Sentimental kid I was, that spot allowed me to look up to the skies and even if it was raining, I would not get wet. I built it myself. It was made of glass with a metal structure. The door areas were acrylic plastic. Cute contraption. Basic build but a complicated one for an eleven year old. It was huge for an eleven year old kid to make, especially since I made it big so that Grandma could sit with me. I made little windows out of her cloths that resembled netting that she later called it 'Tulle'.

It blocked out rain quite well. I was a smart kid. thank god I made the build huge. Even now, I could fit in it. I looked at the dark blue sky. God was it pretty. I smiled a lot. Until a thought came to my mind. Tears rolled down my face while i whispered to myself.

'Mom? Dad? Ya up there?" I asked.

I waited for a minute or two.

"Maybe you are. If you are can I talk to you?" I asked again.

I waited once more. I seemed to be waiting for a reply. If I was honest, I really did not know what I was doing.I knew I was in pain. If you were in pain, you would not know what exactly you are doing. It is as if you are out of your mind.

"Will I lose Grandma?" I asked.

"Will you be there with Grandma?" I asked once more.

"I beg you, please be with her, protect her like you did to me." I said once more.

I did not know how out of my mind I was. I was even smiling as tears rolled down my face.

"Talking to your parents again?" Grandma asked.

It shocked me.

"Oh hey, Grandma? Why are you awake?" I asked as I wiped my eyes.

Grandma shrugged as she laid beside me.

"Feels like old times," She said, her voice all scratchy.

She was right. We used to lay here and talk to my parents. I wondered if they could ever hear us actually. It was worth a shot anyways.

"How you doing my son and daughter?" She asked.

She always called Father her son although that was her son-in-law. They had a good relationship. Had.

"Look, your daughter is all grown up now. Selena, you were right, she really ended up with Edward." She spoke again.

Selena was my mother's name.

I did not speak. Well, correction, I could not speak. Tears kept falling down my cheeks. Grandma turned and pulled me into her embrace. I missed being hugged by her. But now even her hugs made me feel pain. I suppose it was the last time I could feel that.

"My baby, been holding in a whole lot haven't you?" Her voice were in a whisper, she sounded so weak, weaker than before.

"My sweet girl, I know what he told you. Leslie is right but do what you have to okay?" She said once more.

"I don't want to lose you too..." I sobbed into her arms.

I had no choice but to cry. I could not keep letting it pile in.

"I have lived a long life. It's time for me to rest." She said.

I continued crying like a 10 year old. When I was done, we decided to talk to Mother and Father till we fell asleep. I felt like an 11 year old girl again. I felt like a kid again. A broken one, but still, a kid.