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Lexi
The locker room of the Chicago Blackhawks was brightly lit after a particularly gruelling practice. All the guys were moaning and groaning, rubbing sore limbs and sitting down as quickly as possible. "I wish Captain Serious would lay off sometimes," Seabrook whined, stretching out his legs and sore knees. More than one person nodded appreciatively at the comment. Toews had been extra aggressive in practice, and when he barked out orders like he had been some questioned why he thought he was their coach. Patrick Kane, however, sat in front of his locker, pulling off every article of practice gear as fast as he could. He had some place to be.
"Hey Kaner, we're all gonna go out for a couple drinks later, you in?" Duncan Keith shouted, as the running water from the showers turned off. Patrick debated on how he should answer, knowing that he would be bombarded with questions either way. The boys did not take excuses lightly, and if he told them the real reason he couldn't go out with them that would mean questions about why he had to get home as fast as possible. He didn't need that right now. "I can't this time. I, uh, have to be somewhere," he answered, ready for the questions that were sure to follow. He dried off his toned body with a towel, before slipping into a pair of dark blue jeans and a nice purple button down. He shook out his curly dirty-blonde locks and dried those as well, wondering why everything had gotten so quite. He looked down at his watch, shit he was late! Now he was really hustling, and the quiet from the locker room made him uneasy. He slipped on his socks and shoes and threw the towels into the dirty laundry bin before emerging from the showers and back into the locker room. What he saw was definitely a surprise.
The guys looked anxious, as Patrick took in his tear stained mother's face. This was bad. Immediately he tensed up. "Mom, what are you doing here?" He asked, his throat feeling like cotton, his tongue suddenly too big for his mouth. She couldn't answer, and fresh tears were rolling down her face. His younger sister emerged from behind his mother, her lip quivering and she ran over and pulled her older brother into a hug. Why was Erin here? She was supposed to be in school, she was only in high school after all. He searched their faces, looking for answers, as his mother hung her head with grief, covering her eyes and letting a sob rack her body. "What's wrong?" Patrick shouted, panicking, wanting to know what was up. He looked around at everyone in the locker room, and all his teammates were suddenly too engrossed in their hockey sticks or tape, or were looking back at him anxiously. They, too, wanted to know what was going on.
When she had finally found her voice, his mother spoke. Two words. "She's gone."
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The funeral was something that she never thought she would have to endure. A piece of her lied in that casket, and the thought of that made her want to vomit. Her beautiful baby girl, so lifeless, so cold. Anna tried her best to keep her composure, for the sake of her daughters beside her, but it was crumbling fast. Everyone came up to her. Hugged her. Said their goodbyes to a little girl that made their lives joyful. Her brother sat to her left, and squeezed her hand in reassurance. "Annie, it's going to be alright," he whispered. She wanted to scream, and hit something. Tell him how was her life going to be alright? How? But she sat their, rigid, as everyone walked up to the casket, some laying down notes in the soft silk bed and some kissing the five-year-old on the cheek. It was never going to be okay.
The funeral was the more bearable part of the two things that happened that day. The funeral procession to the cemetery was when she started to panic. Jade and Kiara sat in the back seat, both sniffling as they thought of their sister, who they would never see again. Anna sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window and gripping onto the door handle. She needed to get out. To run. Far away from here. This couldn't be happening. Patrick was driving her car to the cemetery, and they followed right behind the hearse that carried her baby girl. Her grip tightened on the handle as she tried to control her ragged breathing, feeling the urge to throw up becoming more and more present. When she had first found out that her daughter had died, peacefully in her sleep, she threw up. And now it was presenting itself again. She swallowed hard and shifted in her seat to stare out the windshield. Beside her, Patrick took her hand again and gave it another squeeze. "Relax," he mumured, although he, too, was tense. His hand was cold and clammy, and there was a sheet of sweat present on his forehead. She exhaled, holding in a sob.
Her father and brothers carried to the small casket to the burial site, and put it down where they were instructed. Patrick's eyes were swollen, James was wiping away the steady stream of tears as soon as they put the casket down, and her father stood there solemnly before letting out a labored sigh, letting the tears escape his eyes as well. They took their places with the rest of the family, and Anna found the Patrick stood right next to her once again, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder. Jade and Kiara stepped forward, the first to put yellow daisies on the casket before it was lowered into the ground. They held hands as they walked up, and it was easy to tell that both girls were sniffing and trying their best to be strong. That was what made her lose it. As she approached the casket to place her flower on, when everyone else had done so, she fell to her knees and cried. Her body heaved with every sob. She didnt' care that everone was looking at her, or that most people had burst into tears themselves when they saw just how heartbroken she was. A mother should never have to bury their child. Never.
Once her family had helped her to her feet and pulled her back in line with them, they lowered her daughter's casket into the ground. They covered it with earth. It was their final goodbye to a little girl that had touched so many lives. She was only five-years-old. She had lost her battle with leukaemia after two long, hard years. Her name was Allexius Anne Kane. Her name was Lexi.
"Hey Kaner, we're all gonna go out for a couple drinks later, you in?" Duncan Keith shouted, as the running water from the showers turned off. Patrick debated on how he should answer, knowing that he would be bombarded with questions either way. The boys did not take excuses lightly, and if he told them the real reason he couldn't go out with them that would mean questions about why he had to get home as fast as possible. He didn't need that right now. "I can't this time. I, uh, have to be somewhere," he answered, ready for the questions that were sure to follow. He dried off his toned body with a towel, before slipping into a pair of dark blue jeans and a nice purple button down. He shook out his curly dirty-blonde locks and dried those as well, wondering why everything had gotten so quite. He looked down at his watch, shit he was late! Now he was really hustling, and the quiet from the locker room made him uneasy. He slipped on his socks and shoes and threw the towels into the dirty laundry bin before emerging from the showers and back into the locker room. What he saw was definitely a surprise.
The guys looked anxious, as Patrick took in his tear stained mother's face. This was bad. Immediately he tensed up. "Mom, what are you doing here?" He asked, his throat feeling like cotton, his tongue suddenly too big for his mouth. She couldn't answer, and fresh tears were rolling down her face. His younger sister emerged from behind his mother, her lip quivering and she ran over and pulled her older brother into a hug. Why was Erin here? She was supposed to be in school, she was only in high school after all. He searched their faces, looking for answers, as his mother hung her head with grief, covering her eyes and letting a sob rack her body. "What's wrong?" Patrick shouted, panicking, wanting to know what was up. He looked around at everyone in the locker room, and all his teammates were suddenly too engrossed in their hockey sticks or tape, or were looking back at him anxiously. They, too, wanted to know what was going on.
When she had finally found her voice, his mother spoke. Two words. "She's gone."
-----
The funeral was something that she never thought she would have to endure. A piece of her lied in that casket, and the thought of that made her want to vomit. Her beautiful baby girl, so lifeless, so cold. Anna tried her best to keep her composure, for the sake of her daughters beside her, but it was crumbling fast. Everyone came up to her. Hugged her. Said their goodbyes to a little girl that made their lives joyful. Her brother sat to her left, and squeezed her hand in reassurance. "Annie, it's going to be alright," he whispered. She wanted to scream, and hit something. Tell him how was her life going to be alright? How? But she sat their, rigid, as everyone walked up to the casket, some laying down notes in the soft silk bed and some kissing the five-year-old on the cheek. It was never going to be okay.
The funeral was the more bearable part of the two things that happened that day. The funeral procession to the cemetery was when she started to panic. Jade and Kiara sat in the back seat, both sniffling as they thought of their sister, who they would never see again. Anna sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window and gripping onto the door handle. She needed to get out. To run. Far away from here. This couldn't be happening. Patrick was driving her car to the cemetery, and they followed right behind the hearse that carried her baby girl. Her grip tightened on the handle as she tried to control her ragged breathing, feeling the urge to throw up becoming more and more present. When she had first found out that her daughter had died, peacefully in her sleep, she threw up. And now it was presenting itself again. She swallowed hard and shifted in her seat to stare out the windshield. Beside her, Patrick took her hand again and gave it another squeeze. "Relax," he mumured, although he, too, was tense. His hand was cold and clammy, and there was a sheet of sweat present on his forehead. She exhaled, holding in a sob.
Her father and brothers carried to the small casket to the burial site, and put it down where they were instructed. Patrick's eyes were swollen, James was wiping away the steady stream of tears as soon as they put the casket down, and her father stood there solemnly before letting out a labored sigh, letting the tears escape his eyes as well. They took their places with the rest of the family, and Anna found the Patrick stood right next to her once again, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder. Jade and Kiara stepped forward, the first to put yellow daisies on the casket before it was lowered into the ground. They held hands as they walked up, and it was easy to tell that both girls were sniffing and trying their best to be strong. That was what made her lose it. As she approached the casket to place her flower on, when everyone else had done so, she fell to her knees and cried. Her body heaved with every sob. She didnt' care that everone was looking at her, or that most people had burst into tears themselves when they saw just how heartbroken she was. A mother should never have to bury their child. Never.
Once her family had helped her to her feet and pulled her back in line with them, they lowered her daughter's casket into the ground. They covered it with earth. It was their final goodbye to a little girl that had touched so many lives. She was only five-years-old. She had lost her battle with leukaemia after two long, hard years. Her name was Allexius Anne Kane. Her name was Lexi.
Thanks! I plan on continuing :)
2/17/13