Post by Fire Lily on Jan 23, 2010 18:48:06 GMT -6
The high pitched shriek of my alarm clock pulls me from my peaceful slumber. I try to grasp the fleeing mist of my dream, but like a morning fog my mind begins to clear. Grudgingly, I slowly open my eyes. My twin’s same caring smile, small nose, and loving eyes look back and greet mine in a warm embrace. The cool metal of the picture frame chills my fingertips as I take it in my warm hands. I try to hold back the tears, but one rebelliously slips past my defenses. “Tyler, I’m so sorry. I love you.”
“ Hey Sue, hurry up! We are going to be late,” called Tyler up the stairs. His keys impatiently jingle in his palm as I run down the stairs. “Honestly, our grandma walks faster then you, and she has a walker.” His emotionless face hid his humor, but his caring, green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Very funny, Tyler.” I pull on my black and white heels and grab the present on the table. “You’re the one who forgot to set the alarm,” I argue. “Come on, we are already thirty minutes late for Grandma’s birthday party.”
Quickly, we both climb into Tyler’s old beat up Chevy pickup, and speed off towards the party. That morning the sun hid behind a cloudy blanket, and rain beat upon the earth. Our Grandma lived up Morris Road, which had sharp turns and narrow lanes. As we drove closer to her home, the rain came down harder. We couldn’t see more than ten yards ahead of us, and that’s when I saw the headlights.
“Tyler, watch out!” I screamed. Time slowed down as the other vehicle veered into our lane. Its headlights becoming brighter and brighter, while it raced towards us. My brother grabbed my hand one last time before we collided with the car. Green eyes met green eyes and then my world went black.
The steady beep of my heart monitor pulled me from my sleep. The florescent lights blinded my eyes, and I couldn’t see the person sitting next to me. After my eyes adjusted, I could see my mother’s tear stained face. Her expression softened as she looked at me. A look I have never seen before crossed her face. Something had happened, but I couldn’t remember. All of a sudden, my blood turned cold. Memories began to flood my mind: the party, the headlights, the accident, and Tyler. Where was Tyler?
“Susan, thank goodness you are awake,” my mother said with relief. With tears in her eyes, she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Do you feel any pain?” That’s when I realized I lay in a hospital bed. I had a bandage wrapped around my stomach and a cast around my arm.
“Mom, where is Tyler?” I asked. He wouldn’t make me lie here alone and afraid. “Answer me! He drove us up to Grandma’s, but we got into an accident.” My heart rate grew faster and faster. “Mommy, where is my other half, my twin?”
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” responded my mother. “The doctors said he didn’t have a chance. He had too much internal bleeding.” I didn’t let her finish.
“It’s not true,” I exclaimed, “he wouldn’t leave me here alone!” That night, I cried myself to sleep. My brother, my world, would never hug me, fight with me, or make fun of me. We would never argue over dinner, or the TV channel again. I felt alone and half my heart died along with him.
A sharp pain in my finger draws me back to reality. I look down and my fingertip has blood on it. The frame with my brother’s picture poking into my hand. I stare at the blood. It taunts me and I do nothing to stop it. I put my brother back on the nightstand. Every night he watches over me and protects me. His caring eyes and loving smile remind me everyday of what I lost. The same phrase I whisper every morning and every night escapes my lips again: “Tyler, I’m so sorry. I love you.”
“ Hey Sue, hurry up! We are going to be late,” called Tyler up the stairs. His keys impatiently jingle in his palm as I run down the stairs. “Honestly, our grandma walks faster then you, and she has a walker.” His emotionless face hid his humor, but his caring, green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Very funny, Tyler.” I pull on my black and white heels and grab the present on the table. “You’re the one who forgot to set the alarm,” I argue. “Come on, we are already thirty minutes late for Grandma’s birthday party.”
Quickly, we both climb into Tyler’s old beat up Chevy pickup, and speed off towards the party. That morning the sun hid behind a cloudy blanket, and rain beat upon the earth. Our Grandma lived up Morris Road, which had sharp turns and narrow lanes. As we drove closer to her home, the rain came down harder. We couldn’t see more than ten yards ahead of us, and that’s when I saw the headlights.
“Tyler, watch out!” I screamed. Time slowed down as the other vehicle veered into our lane. Its headlights becoming brighter and brighter, while it raced towards us. My brother grabbed my hand one last time before we collided with the car. Green eyes met green eyes and then my world went black.
The steady beep of my heart monitor pulled me from my sleep. The florescent lights blinded my eyes, and I couldn’t see the person sitting next to me. After my eyes adjusted, I could see my mother’s tear stained face. Her expression softened as she looked at me. A look I have never seen before crossed her face. Something had happened, but I couldn’t remember. All of a sudden, my blood turned cold. Memories began to flood my mind: the party, the headlights, the accident, and Tyler. Where was Tyler?
“Susan, thank goodness you are awake,” my mother said with relief. With tears in her eyes, she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Do you feel any pain?” That’s when I realized I lay in a hospital bed. I had a bandage wrapped around my stomach and a cast around my arm.
“Mom, where is Tyler?” I asked. He wouldn’t make me lie here alone and afraid. “Answer me! He drove us up to Grandma’s, but we got into an accident.” My heart rate grew faster and faster. “Mommy, where is my other half, my twin?”
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” responded my mother. “The doctors said he didn’t have a chance. He had too much internal bleeding.” I didn’t let her finish.
“It’s not true,” I exclaimed, “he wouldn’t leave me here alone!” That night, I cried myself to sleep. My brother, my world, would never hug me, fight with me, or make fun of me. We would never argue over dinner, or the TV channel again. I felt alone and half my heart died along with him.
A sharp pain in my finger draws me back to reality. I look down and my fingertip has blood on it. The frame with my brother’s picture poking into my hand. I stare at the blood. It taunts me and I do nothing to stop it. I put my brother back on the nightstand. Every night he watches over me and protects me. His caring eyes and loving smile remind me everyday of what I lost. The same phrase I whisper every morning and every night escapes my lips again: “Tyler, I’m so sorry. I love you.”