Anna

CHAPTER TEN


When we finally make it back to the hotel we are silent as the elevator reaches the eighth floor. When it dings and the door open's we walk out, our minds cluttered with all of what has happened.
I turn to dad and see that the rims of his eyes are red. Most likely from lack of sleep watching over mom. I give him a quick hug and notice that my eyes are stinging again with tears. We say goodnight to eachother and walk into our rooms.
As I approch the center of my room it feels so empty. And all that I want to do right now is curl up into a ball and cry until there is no tear left. But I don't. Instead I walk over to the window next to my bed and look out at all of the people and cars below. As each headlight stops and waits for another pedestrian to cross, I think of each great moments in my life with my parents, seeing how many I can count before another car passes. The most that I get to is eight.
I give up on that, brush my teeth quick, and walk towards the door. I open it and walk down the hallway to the elevator. There is one person that I need right now that will give me the comfort and security that Dad can't give. And then as the doors are opening and I realize I have no idea what his room number is, there he is. I walk towards him and he enfolds me into his arms.
"Conner," I cry, "things are going bad. And I can't stop it."
He kisses my head then says, "Anna, no need to worry. Things will get better somehow."
But I don't know if I believe that. My father has said the same thing to me many times. But now the somehow seems impossible.