I kneeled there thinking of all the possibilities that he could have survived. There seemed to be none. As my thoughts came to a corner, the constant beeping of the monitor faded into my head. The frosty morning sun peeked through the blinds, blinding me momentarily as I lifted my head off the bed. My knees ached with numbness as I stood up. I walked away from the bed over to the window and opened the blinds. The light splashed out immediately stunning me. I adjusted my eyes and there they were. The same small tree waving its bare branches at me and my blue mini-cooper. Same as every morning. Has been for 2 weeks. I turned back, decided to give my knees a rest, and headed for the visitors chair.
I sat down and examined my nails, for there wasn’t much else to do or look at. A few minutes later the nurse came in.
“You alright dear?”
“Yes thanks.” My voice was croaky with sleep. The nurse nodded and made to leave but I was still curious.
“Is there any chance that this could be the day?” My voice had cleared and all I wanted was that one answer. The nurse went over to the monitor and checked the numbers.
“I’m sorry miss. His brain activity is decreasing everyday, it doesn’t look hopeful.” With that she turned away leaving me gutted with her answer. Once again. Like every morning.
I sat there for hours, which felt like days. Waiting. Hoping. I was in deep thought about what happened. I only just caught the small movement. I looked up with a blank face, to see that small boy looking straight at me. I stood up in shock, not believing my eyes. The small boy tried to get up but noticed all the wires attached to him and tensed-stiff leaning back again.
“Jack?!” I gasped. He moaned a reply I didn’t catch. I ran over to his side but was shocked to discover the deep dark anger building up inside me. I stood up and took a step back.
“Lindsey? What happened?” He groaned.
“You don’t remember?” My anger slipped into my voice without order.
“All I remember was a white flash against black...” He trailed off into thought.
“It was a car accident.” I stated without emotion. After planning what I would say to my little brother, I imagined me hugging him so tight the nurses would drag me off him before I strangled him.
Imagining all the pleasure and comfort of knowing he was safe. But now there was nothing, nothing but pure anger and hate.
“Where’s mum and dad?” He was suddenly worried.
“They’re gone.” A whimper snuck into the last word.
“Gone?!” The monitor sped up with his worry.
“Yes… gone.” I felt a little smug. “Dad crashed right into the other car killing him instantly.”
“And mum?” His voice was scared.
“You.”
“Me? I don’t understand?” His pale face showed his confused expression.
“You weren’t wearing your seat belt. You. You killed her.” I Spat.
The monitor sped as his emotions flickered from hate and guilt to frightened and back again.
Suddenly the monitor was so fast it was like one long beep. Then I realised. It was. I stared at my baby brother. The pale, lifeless body of him laid there. Doctors and nurses had hurried into the room but it was already so much of a blur. Doctors shouting commands. Nurses scurrying around. Another nurse tried to pry me from the room. I managed to escape her grasp as a nurse shouted, “He’s gone.” I clasped on the floor. That was the last thing I remember.
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 Aimee_x_Rosie · Fri Nov 14, 2008 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
