It Was a Stormy Night

The last time I was in the hospital visiting my grandma I found out she had cancer. It was like any other day, getting out of school, going home, and yet something didn’t feel right. All day as I listened to my teachers teach but yet my mind was somewhere far off. I just kept thinking to myself something’s not right, something’s up. At this moment, math seems to be troubling me. I knew that 5 times 5 equaled 25, but somehow I couldn’t write it down. Some may say it’s a supernatural thing whenever you have feelings of bad news. So entering through the door is my mom, she doesn’t say much she just puts her bag down and tells me to go wait in the car for her. Now I know something is awaiting me, I could just taste it. As we are riding in the car I asked a simple question, but very anxious for the answer,” Where are we going?” She replies very slowly “To the hospital”. I soon felt a chill go down my spine, we rarely went to the hospital but when we did it was usually for someone very sick or even worse, on their death bed. Now I’m totally freaking out, who could it be? Did I spend enough time with them? Who haven’t I seen in a while? All of these questions are running through my head. But we finally get to the hospital, and my heart is pounding so hard it feels as though it’s going to burst out of my chest. Even my throat is dry; it’s all scratchy feeling like the Sahara Desert. Our destination was the fourth floor, Room 4421. We enter the elevator and it finally it gets to a halt. I hear a crowd of laughter, I smell bed sheets that have been messed, and I see a smaller crowd ahead of me. Their sobbing very loudly and I just stopped for a moment because they were standing right beside Room 4421. I hardly could recognize their faces, as they had them covered in tears and covered by each other’s arms. Then a man with a white jacket came out and said softly but assuring “I’m so sorry about your lost, she’s going to be in a better place right now but we are going to be