A Night in November

I was awaken by constant buzzing of my phone. Rummaging around my bed to find my glasses. I tried to make out the name of the caller, it was Savanna. I answered because I haven't heard from her in weeks.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, I sorry for calling so late I just, I don't know how to do this."

I heard her voice crack and then clear.

"Don't worry about it. What's up?"

"It's my mom..She was rushed to the emergency room...and.. She um never made it through surgery."

At that point my heart beat was increasing by the second. I couldn't breathe. It was like being punched in the face with reality after waking from a dream. I screamed and my sister ran into the room to check on me. Mrs. Mohler was like a second mother to me. She treated me like a daughter. Ever since i lost mine that mean't the world to me. Savanna was my sister. We've been together for five years. The longest meaningful friendship I've ever had. She put up with my shit. I loved her and her family. I know this isn't about me. It's about her and her family. I'm The things I do can't bring her back. I can take lives, and give birth to people in my writing but this is the real world. I can't give life to the dead. All I can say is I'm sorry to her and help them in every way.

It's been two years since that night. It hasn't left my head. I know it hasn't left hers.