//------------------------------// // You are my sunshine // Story: My Little Rosey // by Vinyl-ScratchDJ17 //------------------------------// Did he just say...no...she can't be!! I get up from the bench, and I run straight into the room. She can't be dead!! Tears fill my, eyes, and flows out like waterfalls, as I wrap my arms around the little filly. I take in choppy gasps of air, along with letting out what seem like the biggest sobs of my life. Her body is limp in my arms, and I feel no breath escape from her mouth. By now, I'm shaking as if I were out in below zero weather. I look into her big hazel eyes which are still open, but drained of any life. Why god? Why do this to such an innocent child? I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I turn my face to see the doctor, and he tries to lead me out of the room. "What ever she may be ma'am, she's in a better place now okay?" He says to me with a reassuring voice. "No!" I shout at him. "She belongs with me!" I cry, collapsing to my knees, and putting my hands together against his chest as if I were praying. "Please! Just try one more time! Please, I beg you! You have no idea how much she means to me!" I plead looking down, as tears make their way to my chin, then dripping down to the floor. By now, my cheeks have gotten sticky, and stressed out from all of my crying, and bawling. "Ma'am, please calm down...we did everything we could." "I don't care! Just please try one more time. She's only six! She can't die this early in life!! Just once more. It's all I ask." "Fine." Is all he says. "Thank you!!" I shout, standing up on my feet again, and I hug the doctor tightly. "I see you care for whatever this...thing is." He says rolling his eyes. "Well for your information, she is not a thing, she is my daughter, and she just so happens to be a pony, kay? Now just do whatever it is you have to do." I snap back with a sudden change of attitude. "Yes, Now I'll have to ask you to leave the room again." He says gesturing to the oor with his hand again. "Fine." I scoff as I Leave the room,and closing the door behind me before sitting on the bench again. I find myself listening to all the racket that goes on in the room. The other female doctor left about ten minutes ago, so now I have to rely on the other one who seems very stubborn, and ignorant. Heh, reminds me of my boyfriend, or when he was. I still can't believe he just broke up with me like that, at that time, when...that accident happened. I was very sad for about four months about it, but soon I realized that, if he's going to be like that, then I don't need a guy like him in my life, plus I had Rose to help with my depression. Just seeing her sweet little face makes me the happiest mother you would ever meet. I know I'm only eighteen, and shouldn't have a child at this early age, but you can't say when things will or wont happen. It's a good thing that she came along when she did, or we wouldn't even be here, and she might be wandering alone by herself out in this horrid place known as earth, starving to death. Who knows, she might have been dead by now, or be getting beaten or something. No. I can't think of that. Not now. Just seeing her covered in bruises, with a black eye, and bags under her eyes, and broken limbs, as an image in my head which is a very inaccurate version of what the real thing, is bad enough for me. I think I got my good mothering skills from having a good mother. I hear that the better parents you have, the better parent you may become. When I say my mother I mean my biological mother, not the one who adopted me. I don't even know how that worked. Wasn't there supposed to be paperwork and stuff, and a meeting maybe? Not just a random woman coming to my house, and saying she has the permission to adopt me? I ponder over this for a moment, but my mind is mostly focused on Rose, who may never breath again. It's starting again. I see her face, and I hear "I love you mommy," Play over non-stop in my head. I think of what my life was like before I met her. I was depressed, even before all that other crap had happened with my parents dying, and stuff. I was a;ways isolating myself in my room, and never coming out, but to go to school, and back. Now that I think of it, I never really got to spend anytime with my parents due to it. When she came into my life, I was always happy, and ready to do anything my mind could come up with. My mind goes back to Rose's face again, but this time, it looks like I went to try and hug her, but she disappears. She just...fades away. I sigh, and I reach into my pocket, and I pull out a small, thin black pocket book. Inside, are pictures of me, Rose, and mom. My adopting one. "Miss?" I hear a high pitched voice asked, being that of a young childs. I look up to see a little girl with Blonde hair, with a braided ponytail at the back, and a small pink bow at the top. She wears a pink glittery shirt, with a matching skirt, and she has a purple backpack on. It takes me a couple seconds to try and analyze why she's talking to me, but she's just a...little...girl. "Yes little girl?" I reply, trying my best to make a sweet smile, even though my daughter is dead in the room, on the other side of the hall. "Why are you sad?" She asks, giving me a face of worry and concern, and her blue eyes shimmer in the light. "Are you sad?" She turns around, and pulls her backpack off which has a pink backside to it, and she sets it by her feet on the ground as she sits next to me on the bench. Then I see what's on her backpack. It's a picture...of...of Rose... "It's my daughter, Rose." I say sighing. "This may seem like a silly question, but do you mean Rose Luck?" She looks up at me with her adorable eyes. Yes they are adorable, but not as adorable as Rose's. Wait. How did she know her name is Rose Luck? "H-how did you know that?" I ask shockingly, with a puzzled expression. "We have two classes together!" She says excitedly, jumping up a bit, with happiness written all over her face, until she realizes the situation. "W-why is she here? Is she okay?" Please tell me she's okay!" Her eyes begin to fill up with tears, as her face turns red, and she grabs my arm with both hands as if she was begging for something. I just don't know what to say to her. I don't want to break her little heart, as it seems as though she's sad enough. "I...I hope she's okay..." Is all I can say, but it's in between okay, and not okay. "Wh-what h-happened t-to...h-her?" I notice she's shaking now, and ears are flowing down her cheeks. I hang my head in shame that Rose had made a friend who's going to be devastated by her death as well. I feel sorry for her, so I wrap her in my arms, and the tears I've been holding back fro so long, finally escape my eyes, and now we're both crying. "I-I don't know. I just hope, t-that s-she'll be o-okay." MY cheeks strain as I cry, and I hold the girl tight to try and comfort her. Just think how weird this would be for her parents. To see her little girl being hugged by a stranger, and they are both bawling. "I-i don't want her to die!" "She'll be okay...I hope." I reply, trying to stop crying. "Me too." She calms down, and sniffles a bit, as she looks down. I take my sleeve, and I wipe her cheeks dry of her tears. "Thanks." "It's okay. Hey where are your parents?" I ask her, looking up and down the hall, looking for anybody resembling to this little girl. "T-they are in a room down the hall." She says, pointing to her right. "Do they know you're talking to a stranger?" I ask, a bit concerned. "They know. I told them you look sad, so I asked if I could try to cheer you up, and they said okay." She smiles up at me. "Well you did help a bit. I shouldn't have been holding all of that in for so long, so it's good to have gotten that out, so thank you very much." I hug her once more, but for a short time, then a woman in a black dress, and blouse, with a white purse, and high heels, walks over to us. "Oh, hi mom!" She gets up, and hugs her mother. I wish I could hug my mom once more, but I had my chance, and I didn't take it, then it was too late. "Who's your friend?" The woman asks the little girl. "M-my name is Sarah." I stand up, and smile, holding my hand out for the woman to shake. "Really? MY name is Sarah too! What a coincidence!" She says, smiling, happily shaking my hand. "Thanks for looking after my daughter, but...why does she look like she was crying?" "Well my daughter isn't really doing so well, and she happens to be friends with her, and it got her really sad, so I tried to cheer her up, but we ended up cheering each other up a bit." "Well, I hope she gets better." Sarah says softly. "Yeah, me too." "She's the mother of that pony I told you about!" The little girl chimes in happily as if crying on each others shoulders never happened. "She...has quite the imagination." Sarah chuckles nervously. "No, she's right. She's just like the picture of that pony on her backpack." I say pointing to the picture of Rose Luck on the little girls backpack. "Ha, very funny. Like cartoon ponies actually exist." She says rolling her eyes, and right after that, doctor comes out of the room. "Sarah?" He looks to me, with a slight smile. "Yes?" Me and Sarah both turn to look at the doctor. "Um, that Sarah." He says, pointing a red pen in his left hand at me. "I-is she okay?" I ask, stepping over to him. "She'll be fine, but with the amount of electricity that I had used on her may, or may not have caused her to lose some of her memory. She can get it back, but it may take some time, so it's just a short term memory loss." He smiles, and moves so I can enter the room. I rush inside, and I See Rose on her back, her eyes slightly open. "Rose?" I kneel beside the bed, and the other Sarah, and her daughter come in slowly. Rose turns her head to look at me, but seeing how her current condition is, it must have been kind of hard. "M-mom?" She speaks soft and low, due to the fact that she just came back from the dead. "Yes hunny. It's mommy" I lean over the bed to hug her gently. "I thought I lost you." She hugs me back weakly. "I'm sorry mommy. I...I love you." "I love you too Rosey." I sniffle once "She is real." I hear Sarah whisper. "Told you mom, but noo, you didn't believe me." "Where are we mom?" Rose asks, letting me go, so I pull that chair back over to me so I can sit. "We're in the hospital. You...you...died." "I think you two should go, so they can have their privacy." The doctor says to Sarah and her daughter. "Good idea." Sarah says turning around to leave. "I hope she gets better." Sarah says smiling at me. "Thanks." I say smiling back, as she exits the room, and the doctor follows after. I'm happy that little girl has a loving mother to take care of her. I once did too. Or should I say twice? Yeah I think twice would be better. I think about how both my mothers did so much for me to keep me happy. I'm sure they both are smiling down on me, with dad by their side. I remember how hysterical and funny my dad was. He always knew how to cheer a person up when they were feeling down. He somehow knew what to do when it came to brightening somebody's day, and he never judged a person about who they were, or how they looked. My biological mother was good at making people feel better about themselves when depressed so she had become a psychiatrist so she could help more people, and my other mother, was just a great person to be around. I look back to Rose, and now I'm beaming with pride, smiling from ear to ear that she's still alive, well and breathing. I don't even want to imagine a world without her being in my life, because just saying it, bring me to depths of depression that I can't even explain. I lean over to rub her mane, and she looks at me, and slightly smiles, but doesn't say anything. I know she wants to say a lot, but she's to weak right now to even turn her head. Her mane is soft to the touch, and I run my fingers through it like a brush to undo any tangles in it. Then I get an idea to make this moment better. I take out my phone from my pants pocket, and almost dropping it like before, but I manage to keep it in my hand. I turn it on, and I enter the youtube app. "What are you doing mom?" "Showing you how much I love you." "I already know you love me mom." She says, giving me a reassuring smile. "I know, and that's why I'm doing this." "O-okay." I hold the button on the side of the phone to turn up the volume. Then I place it on the small table next to the bed. Then I get up, and I push the chair back to the wall. Then I gently pick Rose up, and I move to sit on the bed with her in my lap. Next, I grab my phone, and I put on this song: (If it says safety mode is on, then go to your youtube account, and scroll to the bottom of the page where you can turn it off) I slightly rock Rose back and forth, as I softly sing along to the lyrics. "You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. The other night dear. while I lay sleeping. I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey, You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. Please don't take my sunshine away. Please don't take my sunshine away. Please don't take my sunshine away." By the time I finish, Rose's eyes have begun to water, and I hug her close. She hugs back, and begins to cry, as she buries her face in my shirt, soaking it with tears. Her ears go flat against her head, and her tail wraps itself around her. I continue rocking her, and I continue to hum the song even though it's over. I rub her mane softly as I continue to rock. I thank whatever miracle came along, and saved her life from an untimely death. I have loved this little filly ever since she came into my life, and I always will because she is... My only sunshine...