The next few days Hazel was despondent. She didn’t eat, she didn’t speak, she looked lost. When Colton spoke to her she would reply in a very small voice, “I’m waiting for her. She’ll be here any minute Colt..You must get ready.” It was the same thing over and over again. He couldn’t get through to her and it scared him. Anita had been sleeping over since the incident and helped him as much as she could. But Hazel was deaf to the world around her. She didn’t see her son. She didn’t hear his pleas, she couldn’t feel him when he touched her.
It was late one night, and Colton was trying to get her to eat some toast. She would eat, but not very much. Sometimes she would snap out of her death like trance and talk animatedly about Jenny coming and seeing little Garrett again. Oh how much he had probably grown these past five years she would say to Colton. It was one of those nights.
The TV was left on while Anita was cleaning up the kitchen, when they heard the following;
“ Good Evening, Im Dan Vincent. We are sorry to interrupt the scheduled show, but we have a news update about the tragedy that took place on April 13th. The police have new findings that the engine was not properly checked before lift off. Investigative reports have shown that dives into the ocean searching for the ruins of flight 187 and collective data has revealed the engine shorting out. The police and FBI agents have put it together that the engine cut when the plane was air borne and plunged into ocean, taking the lives of 154 passengers. The many families of the passengers—“
They had all migrated into the living room rather slowly, Anita with glassy eyes, Colton right beside her unable to feel from the numbness spreading into him. It never really hit home with his mother to fill his time, but hearing it on the TV, seeing the plane, the pictures of what was recovered from the crash…it hit him hard. Colton was suddenly caught off guard by his mother screaming, “NO!!! THEY ARE ALIVE! THEY ARE ALIVE!”
He tried to grab her arm, but Hazel had already lunged at the TV, beating at it with her hands before finally taking a nearby vase and smashing the screen. Glass shattered and flew everywhere, Hazel didn’t feel the pain as glass tore into her hands and arms. She kept using the now broken vase to break the already broken television screen further, all the while screaming wordlessly.
“MOM!!! MOM!” Colton screamed as he tried to grab her from behind.
“Anita! Call an ambulance!” He screamed to the girl who was trying to pry the broken vase from Hazel.
Blood dripped down Hazel’s hands and arms. There were pieces of glass in her hands and deeps cuts, Colton could not hold her arms to control her because of it.
Hazel wouldn’t stop screaming, over the cries a siren could be heard.