Of course it was raining. Thunder rumbled off on. These were typical signs of something bad was or already happening. This night was like those nights. Anger had been the main scent in my bedroom however. I was in such a crappy mood before the phone call, which is another thing that happens on nights like these. Midnight phone calls never mean good things.

I sat in my bedroom completely steaming in rage. My big brother stood me up for...Jordan, Jordan Bradley. His beautiful-perfect-nice fiancé. I really liked her but like any younger sister…when her big brother who used to devote all his love to his little sis. But when that girl found him, he left his sister in the dust. So do you understand why I wouldn't like her all too much?

Then a loud cry of the phone broke the house's glass silence. I looked at my alarm clock from my desk. One in the morning…chills began to rush up my spine. Midnight calls were never good, my thoughts murmured. Downstairs I could hear my dad shuffling to answer it. Mom and him were watching a long sappy movie but the phone ringing interrupted not only that but the rest of our lives.

Nervous, I slowly walked out of my bedroom. I quietly went down the stairs and sat down on the last one. My father reached for the ringing object and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" he spoke calmly. "Are they okay? We'll be there as soon as possible! Thank you."

Through out the entire two minute conversation my father was amazing on how he stayed relaxed. But once he turned and looked at me, through the darkness of the house, I could see tears filling his eyes.

"Get dressed, Maggie, we're going to the hospital."

For the first time in my life, without question I stood up and went to my bedroom. Right away I changed out of my long t-shirt and boxers and into some jeans and some shirt. I came downstairs a second time, this time however I was greeted by my mother crying. I knew it was something really bad at this point.

After we put our coats on, all three of us charged outside. The rain smacked us continually as if life was abusing us enough. Lightening was the only source of light we had as we made it to the car. We hopped in just as a loud thunder yelled over our heads.

I had never been scared of storms. However, that night was different. I was absolutely terrified. Maybe it had to do with the fact my world may have been crumbling before me and a storm wasn't very comforting. I laid my head on the cool window and tried to listen for any details about what happened. I couldn't just ask…no I was too tired and scared too.

We pulled up to Seattle General Hospital fifteen minutes later. In the matter of seconds we bolted out of the car and ran through the through the rain to the emergency door entrance. Drenched, we walked into down a hallway and to the receptionist's desk. Holding tightly to my mother, my father said;

"Mason Carson, please."

The nurse nodded as she looked down towards her desk. The entire minute that it took for her to find my brother's name I prayed, which I had never done before, prayed that it wasn't my brother. That someone had made a mistake. But once she stood up and offered to take us to his room…the harsh reality set in.

We followed her down the ICU wing. My parents held tight to one another and I walked alone. It was so quiet. The silence was silent, until that is a small body on a stretcher rolled past us. She was drenched with blood…absolutely soaked with blood. Most of it came from her head, which sent a wave of nausea through me.

They took the girl through into an operation room. As the doors slowly shut behind the team, my mother started bawling her eyes out. As she sat down right out side of a room, my father explained:

"That was Jordan."