Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

………………………………. My heart sank……. Speechless…………………….frozen…. I had nothing to say. That’s the reason I was coughing.

I answered. “Mija, where’s your grandma? Go get her now! It’s important.” that’s all I remembered from that phone call, but the moment I handed my grandmother the phone I saw her bright smile turn into the world’s most darkest frown. Out of the speck of my eyes, I saw small tears running down her face, with big worries she ran quickly to get a sweater and her purse.

“His cancer is only getting worse. How could they not catch it? I mean it’s stage 3 Leukemia and soon to be stage 4.”

“Dad, where are you going this time?” said Santiago with a smirk. It seems like you’re never here, and I need you. You may not realize it, but I do.

Then went over and helped mom up. I was nearly the same height as her and looked a lot like her with the same sky blue eyes, but I had my dad’s broad shoulders. “What did he say?”

Walking outside the sun beamed down on me, the skin on my shoulders stinging. I knew I should’ve been in pain but at that precise moment I felt empty and emotionless. Once I knew I was calm enough to go back inside I walked inside and went straight to my bedroom. Once I was out of sight from my sister broke down and sobbed. I muffled my cries in my silk covered pillows. The coldness of the pillow relaxed my face.

I stared at my dad's name on the screen and felt too heavy to answer. He had been tasked with being the one to break the news to me again, as he had previously done only a couple of months before when he called to tell me that his dad, my grandfather had died. But, now this was for a family friend who had been present in my life consistently since I was still in elementary school. My dad's voice was flat and the conversation felt awkward as I stumbled over

I hummed a response and returned to my music. As we parked in my grandma’s garage my dad explained it to me, “ This morning Abi went to the veterinarian to check if they could do anything for Misty. But Misty is too old, they could do nothing. So they put her down.” Tears streaking down my pale cheeks, I slammed the car door open and ran into my grandma’s house. We spent the rest of the night consoling each other and me crying into her arms.

“Ok girls, I have to tell you about daddy. He’s been very sick because he has cancer, and they can’t fix that. So, he won’t be coming home ever again.”, my mother explained in a serious tone.

It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.

Tears filled my eyes as I wondered, Why is this happening to my family? What will happen to my family, and when will this be over? I sat at the table, unable to speak a single word. The emotion had overcome me like the waves of the ocean now breaking on the shore.

Then, out of nowhere, he started coughing roughly. I waited a few moments, for his coughs to die down. However, they only got worse. “Grandpa?” I asked, not quite sure he heard me. “Are you okay?” I said, louder this time. BANG! I heard the sound of a body dropping, and the line went dead. “GRANDPA!!” I screamed, panic building up in my body.