So I’m going to hell. I mean, if there is hell. If there is a hell, then hell bound I seem to be.

“Why Elon? You seem so good and nice and good?!!!”

Well I’m not. I admit it. I’ll even give you an example of my latest not…er…goodness.

Last week I get a call from my mother. Wait. Let me rephrase that. Last week, I stop by ‘The Islands’ and the cook tells me that my mother called. She says I should call her back at ‘This Number’.

I immediately find it strange. I know my mothers number. Why is she asking me to call her at a different number, and why is it she’s calling The Islands and not me. It clicks fairly quickly in my head that my mother must be in the hospital.

“Elon, don’t you think thats an odd assumption?”

No. My mother has been in the hospital enought that I’m pretty quick with the summation. Calls somewhere odd? Leaves cryptic message? Odd phone number. Hospital.

The problem was this. Upon realizing the situation I got a pit in my stomach. As I was dialing the number I was litteraly starting to cramp. Yes, my mother being in the hospital is a bad thing. But its not abnormal. And I’m fairly sure at some point in this stay Its going to be pointed out that I’m a bad son or some sort of critique is about to occur. It always happens. Theres never a time that I just go over and its all good. Especially when she’s in the hospital.

I call 3 times in 15 minutes. The phone number that was left for me is busy. I’m relieved in a sense. But my stomach still is uneasy.

I go back to Fahnon’s house(For that was where I was before my Islands endeavor) and I get a text message from ‘The Girl’ My mother called her, and she wasn’t even in town. I’m like fine. Whatever. I’ll call again. Really. I’ll flippin call.

I call 2 more times, no answer. The next time boom. I speak to my mother. She starts to ask me about my Interview 2 days before. I find this ridiculous. She’s IN THE HOSPITAL. Why is she asking me about my interview.

Actually I say just that. I ask her whats wrong.

“Well I was just feeling peachy so I decided to come to the hospital.”

…

Why. Not. Just. Say. What.The.Fuck.Is. Wrong?.

She then has me call her back. And I do, like twice. And I dont get her. And all of a sudden, boom. It happened. This blockage. I didn’t want to try anymore. I just wanted to be left alone. I literally felt scared about it. I just did not want to call again. Nothing good could come of it.

So now its a week. Later.

I haven’t called back yet.

I’m fairly sure she’s out of the hospital. Because my mother had a heartattack before they are more prone to keep her in there for any chest pains she might have. But its never long stays. The point is, I still havent called her back. I keep having moments when I remember I havent called her back and I like freeze in place. I’m like ‘Fuck, what am I going to do?’ But now I can’t call her. There will be just fire and brimestone on that phoneline.

So now I stand here, thinking ‘Man, if I have children, are they gonna know their grandmother?’ I don’t know! I can’t call her back. I. Just. Argh.

I’m going to hell. If there’s a hell. Definitely packing my shit and heading on in. What up Stalin.

ejw

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