10 Days, Page 2
K.O.Reuben
Dear diary its day 6
I and Marisa went to my house and my parents bombarded her with loads of questions about, babies and what she saw in me. Parents sometimes! Mum had to go hospital halfway through dinner. We think the baby is coming!
Dear diary its day 9
I haven’t written in the diary because I’ve been out with mum and dad at the hospital. She is going to give birth anytime. I’m praying I get to hold my sister. I fell asleep in the hallway outside her room. Marisa took me home. I woke up in her bed, got cleaned up and fell asleep at my mother’s bedside.
Frank phoned me. We had a long chat about Hackney Athletic. He was preparing me for next week’s clash with Leyton Athletic. My mind wasn’t with him. I was dizzy. I’d been in this hospital for too long. Marisa had hit it off with my mother since the first time they met a year ago. Now she was practically family. She was practically family. I had a day left.
I walked to my car trying my best not to limp, although my legs were in pain and my bones were aching. I got as far as the receptionist desk. Marisa was in front of me soaking wet. She had the brown paper bag in her hand. She was shaking. Not out of cold but out of anger.
“Do not talk to me,” she said. She threw the bag at me and stormed out of the hospital.
My stomach rumbled and twisted. My heart started racing then it slowed down like a snail trying to sprint. I chased after her, my legs became flimsy and I cursed my luck. I tumbled down the 10 steps and laughed at the significance of it all. Somehow I had grazed my head. My car was just after the zebra crossing inside the hospital compound. Cars always stopped. Marisa got across without any trouble and I thanked God. Horrible accidents happened when passion ran high. I felt sick as if I was going to throw up. I felt a wrenching feeling in my stomach as I attempted to cross the road, calling her name. I couldn’t wait to hold my sister. My head was throbbing. I couldn’t wait to have children of my own. Children with Marisa. Where had all the time gone? Marisa turned round, the rain disguising her tears. She cried my name out but it was too late. My time was up. I hadn’t seen the speeding ambulance...
