Chapter 93 The House is Too Quiet
Barging into the house, I shout out for grandma. I'm completely panicked and you can hear it in my voice so I'm surprised when she doesn't immediately come out to meet me. It's not like she's not expecting me.
"GRANDMA!" I call out again at the top of my lungs but still nothing.
The house is quiet. Too quiet. It's as silent as it would be if grandma were at work. Is she even here? Making my way into the living room, I go looking for her but she's not there. I try upstairs but still I can't find her. Grandma's house isn't small and growing up I'd lost her in it more than once but still I begin to feel uneasy.
I look at my phone, checking that she hasn't messaged me to change our plans. It's completely possible that something came up at the venue but there's nothing there.
After the email I just read, I really begin to worry. She's supposed to be here. What if the email is write? And even if it's not... even if it wasn't Martin that killed my parents, the fact that it's been suggested that he did, means there might actually be a real killer out there. Grandma could be in danger...
Goosebumps on my skin, I tell myself not to be silly. There's no reason to believe that.
Grandma is not in danger.
I make my way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, thinking that I'll get myself a drink of water to try and calm my nerves. Screaming, I scramble to my knees when I see my grandma passed out on the floor. I shake her gently, trying to wake her but she doesn't react. She doesn't wake up.
I don't know what to do.
This isn't supposed to be happening. What am I supposed to do? My mind is jumbled as I try to remember the first aid training I received in school... but that was such a long time ago and I really can't remember much. Leaning forward, I listen to hear if she's breathing and breathe out a haggard breath when I feel her breaths against my ear.
Thank goodness she's breathing. She's not dead.
My grandma's phone goes off shrilly, making me jump. I need to call an ambulance. That's what I should do. Ringing 999 I ignore my grandma's phone. I don't have time to worry about anything else. All that matters is that I get grandma the medical attention she requires.
I try to answer their questions as best I can but my heart is pounding in my chest and I can't think straight. I can't lose my grandma! I feel tears welling in my eyes. Not today. Please not today. I'm hyperventilating, completely failing to help my grandma when she needs me most.
Someone takes the phone out of my hand taking me by surprise. Martin speaks to them for me, doing all the tasks that I should be doing, following their instructions perfectly while I sit here in a haze.
"Grandma, wake up please," I beg her in between bouts of tears.
It feels like it takes ages for the paramedics to arrive but a glance at the clock tells me that it's been a mere twenty minutes since I got off the train. I watch as they put her on a trolley. Not today. Please not today. I run my hands through my hair.
I should go with her to the hospital. I need to pull myself together. Grandma needs me to...
"Eden?" Martin approaches me, his hand on my shoulder. "Eden?"
I don't know how to respond. I don't know what words are supposed to come out of my mouth right now.
"I..."
"Eden, have some water," he says placing a glass in my hand.
I haven't got time to... "I need to go to the hospital."
"Soon," he tells me firmly. "Drink first."
The fact that this man might have killed my parents is momentarily forgotten as I try to get a grip of myself. My hands are shaking as I take the glass from him, gulping it down.
"Eden," he says softly, "I know you don't want to hear this right now, but..."
I don't know what else could possibly matter right now. I need to go to the hospital. Being with my grandma is all that matters.
"Eden?"
I'm struggling to focus on what he's saying. I'm probably in shock or something.
"Yeah?" I ask, my voice scratchy.
"You need to go to the memorial."
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