|A Brotherly Love Gone
Author: MsB3CC4 PM
This story is not true it is just a sad short story I tought of.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama - Words: 443 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-19-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2306983
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It's been a month since the accident but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was at school and got a called to be dismissed from class. I thought one of my parents where just being nice and doing this for a little treat. I waited in the office for my mom to pick me up. When she got there it look as though she has been crying. She told me My brother Edward was waking home because his school got out early and then a car ran him over.
I didn't know what was going on. My mom just rushed me into her car and took me to the hospital. We waited for what seemed like hours. I asked my mom question on what was going on be she just ignored them. As more time went by the more scared I became. I started to get anxious and I thought I was about to start screaming my head off when we where finally called into a room.
I stared in horror of what was lying in the bed. I knew it was my brother. I was scared to see him lying there weak and motionless. The doctor told me he was still alive but it was hard to believe. He was covered in needles and tubes. Monitors around him where all beeping and that were starting to make me want to scream again. I ran from the room unable to see my brother like that any longer.
After a day or two I started to go to school again but I wouldn't talk. I would barely look up from the ground and I didn't eat. After school I would go visit my brother and every time he would look the same. Unless you count the occasional movement of an arm or leg. It continued like that for a few weeks until one weekend morning.
I was visiting my brother again and then the heart monitor stopped beeping and one high note continued. I started to panic so I called the doctor. After what seemed like hours but was only a short couple of minutes the doctor informed my parents and I that my brother has passed away. This time I really did scream. Once we go home that night I slowly walked to my brothers room. I picked up the bear he had since he was very little and sat on his bed and started to cry. I stayed like that for about two hours then I fell asleep. My world was never the same since that day and I know that it never will be.