I arrived at the hospital my grandma was staying at, and my eyes were staring at a motionless body that painfully resembled my grandma.
Her wrinkles, her hair, her figure-it really looked like her.
"H-hey, where's my grandma?" I asked the nurse in a low voice as if I said it any louder my heart would hear.
"That is her, Miss Hills."
I point to the body. "B-But my grandma isn't dead, she's alive, she's at home and tending to her garden."
The nurse looked away and shook her head. "I'm sorry."
I fell to my knees and let the hot tears stream down my face. "It's a lie, m-my grandma isn't dead..." I clenched my hands into fists and began to hit the ground repeatedly. "SHE'S NOT DEAD! SHE'S NOT DEAD! SHE'S NOT f*****g DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME? SHE'S ALIVE!"
I sobbed and crawled to her bed. "No
