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Untouchable Love

Wed Jul 22, 2009, 9:54 PM
Sitting on top of rock, Moll was counting the number of moss spots she found while trying to distract herself from her current train of thoughts. It had been three days since her best friend Skye had died. Molly and Skye had just turned sixteen and they had made a list of things that they thought normal sixteen year old girls did; things like get a car, go shopping without your mom, and date a boy. They had always made lists now because Skye never knew if she would live.
When Skye was ten, she collapsed in the middle of doing a math problem in Mrs. Moris's fourth grade class. After rushing her to the ER, they discovered a large tumor growing on Skye's brain. Molly remembered her mom's face when she came to collect Molly from school that afternoon. Her mom simply did not say anything as she took ahold of a crying molly. Molly had cried for nearly three hours before anyone would allow her mother to get her from school.
Her mother rushed to the hospital where they found Mr. and Mrs. O'Maley, Skye's parents, standing in the waiting room. They looked terrified as they explained the situation to Moll's mom, Emily. Molly wasn't paying attention, she wouldn't have understood any of it anyways. After o short while, Skye's parents, Jeff and Suzy, bent down in front of Molly. Speaking softly, they told molly that Sky was very sick. Molly remembered simply nodding her head as they spoke, trying to swallow the tears she could feel coming. Molly thought about the look on their faces and the river of tears that had flowed from her eyes as they spoke to her that day. Jeff, Suzy and Emily wrapped their arms around Molly as she sobbed. How could this happen to Skye, was the only thing Molly remembered thinking. Jeff suggested that they take Molly to see Skye. Molly pulled away from them and grabbed Jeff's hand and led him toward the elevator, which brought slight smiles to their faces.
"Room 308", he told Molly, smiling down at the greatest friend his little Skye had ever known.
Molly thought about the long sterile halls of the hospital as she had walked to large elevator doors. She had stopped to look at her reflection in the doors. She stood only four feet nine with golden hair that curled at her shoulders and bright blue eyes that were blochy from crying. People used to tell her she look like an Alexander doll. Tears had stained her slightly tanned face. A doctor stopped next to her asked where she was headed.
"Room 308", she had replied barely noticing him.
"Oh well that's my floor. I will take you there/ Who are you visiting?" the nice doctor asked.
"My best friend Skye. She came here today. She fell in class," Molly explained.
"I'm sorry. That must have been very frightening."
"It was," Molly said, mummbling slightly as the doors to the elevator opened.
"Usually we don't let children roam around on their own but since you are coming to my floor and you know where you are going I don't see that it is a problem."
The ride seemed like an eternity to Molly. But the doctor stood next to her and decided to remain quiet since it seemed as though she didn't feel like talking.
"He must see best friends come in everyday" though Molly to herself in the elevator. The elevator dinged as it reached the third floor. She and the doctor stepped out into another set of long sterile halls. He pointed to a hall that was on the right of the nurse's station. He lead her to Skye's room.
" Now, one thing before you go in," he said, "she is probably frail, so be quiet as you go in."
Molly nodded and turned to enter the room. The nurses watched quietly from their station and smiled as Molly slowly pushed open the large door and carefully closed it behind her.
Skye lay in the bed facing the window. Her brown hair lay in a mess on her pillow. Her skin was already getting pale. Molly walked over to her bed and tapped Skye on her hand. Skye turned to face her and the awful look in Skye's green eyes frightened Molly so much she almost screamed, but didn't, remembering what the doctor had said about being quiet.
"Hi." Molly said, but Skye didn't respond, only looked at Molly.
Molly was at loss for what to say now. Skye scooted over in her bed and molly climbed in. When they had sleep overs, they always slept in the same bed and it was comfortable for them. They hooked arms as they always did and fell asleep.
Emily, Jeff and Suzy stood in the waiting room for awhile half expecting Molly to return any minute. Finally, after an hour they went up to Skye's room. When they opened the door, they stopped short of what they saw. Tears began falling from their eyes as they starred at their daughters. Molly father Kevin arrived just to see them standing there crying. The love that their daughters had for each other was an untouchable love.
"Can i Just leave her?" Emily and Kevin asked the nurses at the station. The nurses told them that they make special rules for best friends .
Molly clearly remembered every detail of that afternoon. She that of all of her memories, she cherished that one the most. It was Skye that had taught her what a best friend should be and how to truly love someone. Molly knew that no matter where she went in life or who she met, Skye would always be with her in her heart. Molly's love for Skye was, and always will be, untouchable.

The end

  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: The wind outside my window
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothin
  • Eating: nothin
  • Drinking: nothin

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  • Current Residence: Colorado
  • Interests: music, movies, writting
  • Favourite movie: A Walk to Remeber
  • Favourite band or musician: Rscal Flatts and Reba McEntire
  • Favourite genre of music: country!!!!
  • Favourite artist: my grandfather
  • Favourite poet or writer: Emily Bronte, Stephen Rhea
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  • Favourite style of art: modern
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  • Favourite cartoon character: Jeremy from Zits
  • Personal Quote: He taught me love, to lose, to care and to hope for the future.

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:iconmusic-anjel:
Hey hun thanks for the many favs on my new shoot! :D
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:iconbecka2009:
lol no problem. it looked like you had tons of fun on your trip.
:iconmusic-anjel:
Definitely, it rocked. :)

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:iconbecka2009:
i am sooooo totally excited the flight! are you?
:iconlovelyladylily14:
Thanks for the fave my friend. You are the best!

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:iconbecka2009:
lol you know it! jk
:iconmusic-anjel:
Hey hun thanks for adding "Live" and "Grace and a String of Pearls" to your favs! :D

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:iconriesiel:
Thank you for faving Vulpine, and for adding me as a friend!
:iconiluvducks:
hi!!

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