|The Mysterious Death of a Twin
Author: Random Rojas PM
Layla and Luke Rodriguez are twins who always argue. They do love each other. One day their arugement gets out of hand and Luke walks out, getting hit by a car. No one knows who killed him and no one knows the license plate. Get chilled in this mystery!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Suspense - Words: 450 - Published: 05-25-12 - id: 3025862
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Sorry I haven't been making stories As Mario says IMA BACKK! but with a really sad story RANDOM ROJAS PRESENTS: THE MYSTERTIOUS DEATH OF A LOVING TWIN!
"You're UNBELIEVABLE!" "I'm sorry Layla! I didn't mean it!" My twin brother Luke yelled back. "It was an accident!" "YOU'RE AN ACCIDENT LUKE! IF YOU THINK WHAT YOU DID IS A JOKE OR A MISTAKE, YOU ARE TOO!" I yelled. "I WISH YOU WERE STILL-BORN!" I screamed. He stood quiet. "I'M NOT STILL-BORN AND I NEVER WILL BE LAYLA! NONE OF US DIED AT BIRTH SO GET USED TO IT!" He finally said. "Mom made a horrible invention named Luke!" I yelled back. He ran past me to his room and when he came back down, he had a packed bag. I'm guessing full of clothes. He put his sweater and hoodie on. "I'm staying with Kevin." He said as he walked out the door. Suddenly, I heard a car skid and a large *BOOM!*
I ran out to see what happened. In the middle of the street laid a bloody 15 year old boy, bloody clothes and street, and a bloody car- which sped away quickly and all I could see what a quick glimpse of the license plate. I ran to the poor boy and dragged him inside. I called the ambulance. They came really fast. They took him inside the car and I rode with them, holding the poor boy's hand. We then arrived at the hospital.
They put the poor boy on the gurney and ran him to a room. I ran in with them. They started putting a whole bunch of things on him, I guess to make him breathe or show a sign of life. They hooked up a cord to him. *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!* The cord noise rang in my ear. I didn't want to watch; it looked so painful, Imagining me in that situation was all I could do. I felt terribly bad. *BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP* The noise rang faster and faster *BEEBEEBEEBEEBEEBEE !* The noise finally rang to a long E. "I'm sorry." The worker said. "He is… gone." I grabbed his hand and started crying hysterically. All I thought was "The freaking killer didn't try to help. What if he was in that situation? What if I was in that situation? What will I tell everyone?" I couldn't stop crying and it quickly turned into screaming.
On this rainy, depressed, sad, -and all other adjectives- day on July 13th, my only brother, Luke Rodriguez, was gone forever, and there was nothing I can do to change that.