Dear Diary...
I watched in horror as everything turned to slow motion. The squeal of brakes, the horrible thump. The woman looked around worried, then took off. My dad lay on the road. It was dark. I couldn't see if he was breathing. I fished around in my pocket, and found my phone.
Fighting back tears I dialled 999 (I'm english) An annoyingly happy woman answered the phone
"Hello, how may I be of service" she said in a sing-song voice
"My farther...*sob*.... he was...hit by... a car...*sob*" I burst into crying.
The nurse (or whatever) asked more questions, but I couldn't hear. All I heard was that Thump!. It kept replaying again and again. Some how the nurse got enough infomation, and said an amubulance was on the way.
(sorry for the 'Z's)
No sooner had I ended that call, did my screen flash back to life. It read 'Evil witch aka Mother'. Perfect timing mum -_-. I answered the call. She started shouting about how I was late and all that. I tried to hold back from crying... but then I shouted into my mobile
"MUM! Dad was just hit by a car, and I think he might be dead..."
Tears wanted to come out... but they wouldn't. The line remained silent... I heard my mum finally start breathing again.
"Take him to the St Georges Hospital... I'll meet you there..."
The ambulance arrived and carried him away. I called a taxi and asked to go to the hospital. The man noticed I was in a terrible state, and didn't ask to be paid. I walked through the door. My mother didn't even look at me. Although it might have been that she was crying... The nurse said to wait, and my farther was been operated on...
The nurse was searching over that computer. The only sounds for that hour or so were the clicks of the computer keys. Finally she looked up and looked at me.
"You may go through now."
I raced down a labyrinth of doors, I heard that Miles Raven was in room 16A. I searched each corridor until I found 16A.
He lay there, so still. His normally neat hair was pushed around, his face was bruised and cut, and he looked pale.
I couldn't help myself. I burst into tears. He didn't stir. Deep down I knew he had died. But I still held onto that one spark of hope
Mum and the Nurse kept giving worried glances. They thought I didn't notice. But I did. Finally Nurse Cindy came up to me and ushered me out of the room.
Mum couldn't stop crying. I just stared ahead....
Nurse Cindy Walked in...
Mum lost it, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I'm afraid it's bad news..."
Sorry this one was rushed, I want to get to the actual legacy.
. Anyway, Mum was goiing to make me go to the supermarket... alone... AND ON MY BIRTHDAY >:o. But my dad came with me. We ended up giggling and joking about, and ended up taking, like 3 hours, not 3 minutes. I love my dad so much. Thats what made today so bad...
