Elizabeth sat on the porch enjoying a glass of cool lemonade; it was homemade, making it all the more delicious. The birds were singing in the nearby trees, butterflies were fluttering in the grass, and the bees were hovering over the buttercups and dandelions. It was very peaceful, but Elizabeth was restless, her grandfather was at the doctors, and he wasn't getting any better. What made it worse was the fact that he wanted to die, and there was a great possibility that he might. Elizabeth sat musing about everything that had been happening, Rhiannon, Grandfather, Mrs. Barker – Suddenly Elizabeth's mobile rang, she took it out of her pocket and flicked it open:
"Elizabeth, it's Granny."
"Hello..." Granny didn't usually ring her.
"I need you to get over here quick."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the doctors, on his phone."
"Alright, I'm coming."
Elizabeth instantly feared the worst, why is it that in situations like that everyone overreacts? Of course, grandfather might be perfectly fine, but Elizabeth seriously doubted it.
Elizabeth grabbed her coat out of the hall closet, dug her shoes out of the basket by the front door, unhooked her bag from the wall, and departed in a hurry. She wasn't going to change, her clothes, just this once, seemed perfectly acceptable to her. She had one look at the sky outside, and decided she had better take an umbrella, but unfortunately her granny had taken it, the storm was far off anyway, but there was chance of rain.
Elizabeth stood next to her grandfather's bed holding his hand, there had been nothing the doctor could do for him, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Elizabeth felt a tear roll down her cheek, but she didn't reach up to brush it away, she bowed her head, if only we hadn't bought the silly mower in the first place, if only Grandfather hadn't been riding it, if only... If only...Elizabeth remembered what the saddest two words in the English language were: if only.
"Elizabeth," Grandfather looked up into her eyes, "it is better this way, Lizzie, I am too old anyway."
He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth-Rose," he whispered, "I have something I needs must tell you."
"Grandfather?" Elizabeth's voice quavered, her voice ascending and descending with surprise and grief.
Grandfather lifted his head up, "Don't let anyone get the better of you, girl," he looked at her, his eyes fierce, "and believe in yourself," he laid his head down on the pillow again, "don't ever make the mistake to leave you friends behind," he looked into her eyes, "And don't...don't...Elizabeth, I feel my strength..."
Elizabeth felt alarmed, "Grandmother!"
Grandfather gripped Elizabeth's arm, weakly, but fiercely, "Look after yourself, Rosie, no one else will." And with that he lay down on his pillow and closed his eyes, "Goodbye." He said, with a certain finality that marked his departure.
Elizabeth walked down the sidewalk, things would be different without her grandfather, she was sure. He was like a solid rock, without which she might float away in the rushing torrent of life. Elizabeth reached the zebra crossing on the corner, and waited, for the traffic was pretty heavy. She realized it was raining, but she didn't care, there wasn't really anything she did care about right now. The traffic calmed down, so Elizabeth crossed, but at the last minute she saw a taxi speeding towards her, Elizabeth had a glimpse at the face behind the wheel, and the faces in the car following, she gasped. But unfortunately in her shock she did not think, and she did not run. The taxi was going way too fast, and the wet road made it hard to jam on the breaks, the taxi hit her, a sharp pain erupted down her back, and she fell on the road. All she knew was pain, excruciating pain, and then she sank down into black unconsciousness.