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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
The story of my brother's death in my point of view.

Submitted: May 19, 2016

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Submitted: May 19, 2016



I started to drift asleep, knowing that subway is supposed to call any minute. “Hello! Please someone be here!” came a male voice from downstairs.

“Up here!” I yelled as I sat up. Heavy footsteps and gasping met my ears seconds before Alex Myers walked in my room.

“Ray. He wrecked. I’m so sorry.” He squeezed out. I jumped up and ran outside with Alex close behind me. I feel a hand grab my wrist, when I look my stomach drops seeing the blood for the first time.

“I don’t think he made it Izzy.” He mumbled all while keeping eye contact. I turn and scream at the top of my lungs then run inside to call mom.

Ringing. “Hello?”

“Mommy! Ray. He wrecked” I gasped, “Tick ridge!” I hang up and run outside, heading down the road as fast as I can all while holding my fist out and my thumb up trying to hitch hike. A green Ford Ranger pulls up and lets me in.

“Thank you” I burst out.

“No problem” mumbles Curtis, Alex’s older brother. Curtis drives carefully up to the accident. I jump out and run towards my truck.

Hands grab me and hold me. “You can’t get any close babe.” Whispers some blond volunteer firefighter. I see Ray about shoulder up under the truck which is upsides down on his pale body. His shirt is up and I see most of his back. His Orange plaid boxers are slightly out and he looks asleep for the most part.  I’m hyperventilating, as I look around for Kyle Spelock.

“What happened? Have they told you if he is stable or not?” I nearly yelled at him. Kyle just wrapped his arms around me staying silent.

“Have you contacted your parents yet?” the blond was looking at me expectantly.

I pull out my phone, not remembering grabbing it and dial the Eagles number and explain to dad what has happened. I hand the phone to Kyle so he can call his parents.

Kyle and I sat on the bank as a sheriff approach me. “How do you know the boy under the truck?” he asked in a stern voice.

“He is my baby brother” I mumble.

“Raymond!” screamed my mom. I jumped up and ran to her but she ran past me towards my truck. I fell to my knees crying as my mom and the blond were talking. I glanced up to see mom look at me and run to me and hold me.

After a few minutes mom kept making phone calls. Dad arrived and I hugged him. “No one will tell me if he is stable or not. Daddy I’m scared.” When I looked at him he was crying.

Another sheriff approached us with his hat in his hands and asked my parents to talk to them alone. I watched as they walked away. When they were out of earshot the sheriff said something to my parents then my mom dropped to the ground screaming and crying. I looked at dad and he shook his head.

My dad started to shuffle towards me and when he reaches me, he pulls me close and mumbles, “Elizabeth. He didn’t make it.” I back away from him as I shake my head.  No. My baby brother can survive anything. He can’t be. There’s no way.

Mom leaves to see his body as dad makes sure I don’t run away.  “Can I see him?” I mumble.

“No, you shouldn’t have seen any of what you saw already.” He utters. He holds me close and in a quiet voice says, “I don’t know what we are supposed to do.”

I grabbed my razor. I locked the bathroom door then sat against it crying for my baby brother.  Three weeks ago, you left me all alone. I want to see you again. I carve my wrists until I don’t have the strength anymore. Darkness.


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