Finally I found the church, and opened the doors. I noticed Pastor John, praying.
Are you okay? I asked softly.
Yes, fine. How are your parents? He asked.
They, umm Dad, uhh, passed. I said sadly, trying not to cry. Mom is in critical care. Theyre not sure if shell make it. Or the baby I sighed.
Im so sorry. He said genuinely. Youre welcome to stay here for the night if you need. He said.
Thanks. I replied, laying on one of the benches.
Shortly after, Pastor John left, and I was alone with my thoughts. If I had made my speech longer, We would have left later Was this my fault? Is mom going to be okay?! I thought. I considered the thought of me being alone my whole life. Would I be able to survive this?!
I slowly drifted off. Soon it was morning, and I heard the small birds chirping. I stretched my arms in the air, and sat up. Pastor John ran in frantically, Its your mom. They need you at the hospital now! He said, pointing to his truck Ill drive you over.
I ran to his truck, and opened the passenger door. I jumped in, and stared straight ahead.
Sorry, I know you dont like driving He sighed, pushing on the gas.
Its okay. I said quietly.
We soon arrived to the hospital, and ran to the front desk. Pastor John asked the nurse what happened.
Your mothers brain was affected in the crash. She has Umm, Mental issues now. The woman sighed, looking at me. I could tell she didn't want to say anything specific in front of me.