Band Practice: A Fictional Narrative

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Time froze as she walked into the large and unwelcoming hospital. She no longer cared what anyone thought of her, what anyone said about her, or about anything in general. She didn't even want to see her family; or what was left of it anyways. Slumping into the first chair she saw, she closed her bloodshot eyes and let her mind wander to the previous events of the day. Band practice. Yes, she had gone to band practice that morning, even though it felt like a year ago. If only she hadn't gone. None if this would be happening. Her thoughts were interrupted as a frail and ghostly pale nurse called her name. "Lilly? Would you like to visit your father?" No, she wouldn't. She couldn't bring herself to look at her torn up parents and feel the blame…show more content…
There was no way an eighteen month baby survived such a gory car wreck. But, instead of turning the nurse away, she agreed to at least look at her father. Walking into the stark white hospital room, the cold temperature was the first thing she noticed. Biting her cracked lips, the nurse pulled the curtain aside and exposed a bloody and mutilated man. She saw her grandmother sitting next to her dad's bed crying a slow but consistent stream of tears. Numbly, she walked out of the room and crumbled onto the cold tile floor. Nothing would ever be the same. The realization hit Lilly like a bag of bricks. Everyone seemed to pity her now, and it hasn't even been twelve hours. What would school be…show more content…
Dad was hanging on by a thread; fractured skull, five broken ribs, and a fractured spine. She said that if he survived, he'd be paralyzed from the waist down. Mom was in a coma. Lucy was dead. At some point, Lilly's grandparents put a blanket around her shoulders and carried her out of the building that seemed to make her worst nightmares come to life. Lilly woke up in a different bed than what she had woken up from the morning before. The events from the days prior washed over her like a tsunami. Her legs seemed paralyzed as she tried to get out of the stiff bed. On wobbly legs, she inched her way down the stairs to find her grandmother sitting at the table with her head in her hands. Realizing Lilly's presence, she quickly gathered herself and flashed Lilly a shaky smile that looked more like a grimace. "Would you like some tea, dear?", her grandma asked. Ignoring her question, Lilly simply asked how her parents were doing. Sighing, her grandmother told her that she'd been dreading that question. "Oh Lilly, your father is
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