The car accident

Nancy's POV

10 months later.

The pain under my skin finds its way into my dreams, awakening me. I had barely managed to close my eyes, the pain has become worse than ever. Dragging myself out of bed to the shower to pour water on my skin that was burning.

I come out of the shower by the sound of the doorbell. My mum and dad are on their usual trip. The poison has already started to spread all over my body, leaving red patches on my skin. Everyone is keen on finding me a cure. I grab my morning coat and toddle to the door.

Two policemen stood by the door. One was Betty's father which gave me a sad smile the moment I open the door. "Hello, officers what brought you guys here? Both my parent are not in the house at the moment," I pout trying to read their reaction, was my dad in any kind of trouble?

"Miss Neo, um..?" he paused.

"Is everything okay officer?" I rumble. Just then I saw Betty rushing out of Roland's car as Roland parked the car.

"Pa, let me tell," Betty said as she stand in front of the two officers.

"Tell me what Betty? what is going on?" I murmured.

"Officers, we will bring her down to the station you can leave now," Roland informed the policemen as they turn to leave yet none of them is telling me anything.

"Let's go inside Nancy," Betty muttered as she drags me inside.

"Can any of you tell me what is going on here?" I whimpered.

"Nancy, your parent was involved in an accident, and your dad…" Betty whispered. I interrupted her before she could even finish telling me what happen.

"What!" I yelled. "And why are you guys now telling me? Forget it, which hospital are they? Um silly me the town hospital of course. Wait for me let me grab some of their clothes they might need…." I muttered, still in shock. Roland and Betty hug me in tears. I hold back my tears which were threatening to pour.

"I will go change so we can leave for the hospital" I sniffed as I pulled my sick body to my bedroom. I quickly change into a pair of jeans and a pullover. It was looking big on me too bad my dad is not here to make me change.

I hurried downstairs to see Roland and Betty looking tense.

"I'm ready now, let go," I hissed as I rush to the car. My two dear friends were left speechless and could only follow me quietly.

We drove to the town hospital my mother was still receiving treatment, and she looked fine. When I asked to see my father everyone was quiet.

"Why don't you go in there and see how your mother is doing?" the doctor in charge whispered trying to invade my question.

"What room is my dad in?" I was starting to get angry. I'm been treated like a child and I'm already 18 years of age.

"Nancy, calm down," Roland pouts. "She is only trying to help?" he whimpered.

In the hallway, I spotted Mary-Anne. "Why is she here?" I holler.

"Please leave," Betty whispered when she saw Mary-Anne approaching us.

"I will take you to your father," said Mary-Anne. Even though I still can't explain the relationship she has with my father I know for a fact that she cares about him.

I followed her even though everyone tried to stop me. "Nancy, do not listen to her," Betty warned. I paid no attention to her words and stridden behind Mary-Anne.

She stopped in front of the hallway leading to the morgue, fold her arms, and stepped aside.

I raise my head up again to see what was written on the signpost.

"Morgue?" I asked in a quivering voice. She repeated my words as if she couldn't wrap her head around what I just asked.

"Yes, the morgue, that is where your father is," she finally answered with a feeling of deep sorrow in her voice.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked stepping back and leaning on the wall for support. Baby, was right there to hold me when I trembled. It seems Betty or Roland called him over.

"See for yourself," Mary-Anne shrugs.