Letting Go (#Just抖阴社区It 30-Days Challenge)

Teanna had been in and out of the hospital for so many times. She had been suffering from brain tumour. For a year. Now, she was lying on the hospital bed, her beautiful hair had gone. The surgery went smoothly. We took turns to take care of her. However, the doctor said her chance was 50-50. I really hoped that her fate was on the good side of 50.

I was trying to write down my grief in my notebook. I was suck at poetry but, this was the only I could do to let go all of my sorrow. Crying in front of Teanna made her sadder.

"Reanna." I heard her raspy voice called my name. It was too slow, too weak. Far too different from her voice before - she always sounded like she was smiling. "What are you writing?"

"Nothing. Just some random quotes from my favourite books." I leaned forward and held her hand. Wires snaked around her body, stealing away the beautiful sight of her curves.

"Don't you worry, lil' sis, if you don't have anything to be written. I guarantee you will experience amazing things. I've seen it before and I know how it would end up inside your brain then, on the papers bound by a spine." She tightened her hold on my hand. It was subtle. She was too weak to speak, too emaciated to hold me like she used to do before.

And something about her words intrigued me.

"What do you mean by 'I've seen it'?" I asked.

Her lips curved slightly. "Have you seen the quotes on my bedroom wall?" I shook my head. Her thumb brushed my hand. "Some things are two-sided. You need to discover both sides. I want you to see it and start your journey out of that discovery. I promise you'll enjoy it and it'll be the best experience in your life."

"I don't get it." Teanna was so good at giving vague advice. If you heard her beautiful lines, you might think she was a poet. Such a shame when she didn't want to be a writer. She would make a bestseller out of her talent with words.

"You will. Make me proud. It's time for you to let go all of your worries." Her tone was turning from raspy to breathless. She was suffocating. I rose to press the emergency button.

"Tia, hold on." Panic settled inside my brain, worry landed on my chest, heavy like an anchor.

"Don't." She inhaled. "Waste your..." Her breath was wheezing. "...time. 抖阴社区 everything." Another gasp.

"Tia!" My scream was coated with tears. "Tia!" The doctor and a nurse rushed in. I had Dad's number on speed dial and he answered on the third ring. "Dad, come here! Now! With Mom. It's Teanna. She's ' - " I couldn't finish my sentence.

"We're on our way there." Beep.

I backed up against the wall. I could do nothing to help her. It hurt to see her that way. The doctor was giving her some kind of injection. The nurse led me out of the room. From outside, my sobs couldn't overcome Teanna's gasps.

As soon as Mom and Dad reached there, the door flung open. Teanna was quiet. Not even a wheeze from her breath.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Blaire. The medication just didn't work on her. I'm so sorry. We've tried our best." He sounded remorseful.

Mom burst into tears. Her wailing echoed in the hallway. Dad tried to cover up his grief for the sake of calming Mom. I ran away from the scene and squatted at an empty corner, crying so hard.

The world had just lost a great, wallflower writer.

It was raining during her funeral. As if the sky was sending their deepest condolences onto the earth by countless torrential raindrops for her departure. I was too tired of crying until my eyes could only afford to get puffy and swollen. Mom always had a tissue brought to her nose. Dad would wipe a tear from his eyes at every ten seconds.

Teanna's acquaintances were there. I didn't want to assume them as her friends. Teanna wasn't a girl with lots of friends even though she was very nice and everyone loved her. Nobody would hate her. Her only best friend, Ivey was trying to compose herself, to be as calm as she could. But, her eyes won't lie. Ivey was one of the living proofs of Teanna's generosity. She saved Ivey from cutting herself two years ago when Ivey got no one to rely on.

The coffin descended into the ground. I shut my eyes tight, not willing to see the pale, motionless body of my sister. The last thing I saw was the sunflowers in her hands, an emblem of Teanna's personality that had lit up the spirit of her beloved ones.

Teanna's room was a chamber of words and fantasies. Books on shelves coloured one part of her light brown walls. I searched around for the quotes she mentioned. They were taped on the wall, lined up as if they were in sequence.

They were, indeed.

It

was the lyrics of her favourite song, Letting Go.