Songs for Sale

Chapter 1

I finish removing the dye from my hair, then straighten up and look in the mirror. I grin. It's perfect. "David!" I yell
My twin brother comes running into the bathroom.
"What do you think David?"
"Um, it's cool I guess?" He says it more like it's a question than a statement.
"You guess?" I frown at the mirror starting to doubt my choice of color. Maybe it's to bright? Or is it to crazy? Or is it just not my color?"
David laughs and then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"Jason! Easton! I've picked a very bright and beautiful flower! Come see!" He yells to our twos older brothers
Jason comes running down the stairs first. He's the closest in age to David and I, and we're 16.
Then comes Easton, the oldest, storming down the stairs.
"Let's tickle the pretty flower!!" Easton yells.
"Hey!" I yell.
Then all three of them attack me with tickles.
I squeal and giggle and kick and try to push them off. Unsuccessfully of course. The downside to having three older (David was born about an hour prior to me) brothers who are all over 6 feet and play football when you're about 5 foot 3 and can't gain any weight, muscle or fat, to save your life.
"Kids! We're home!" I hear my mom and older sister, Catherine, who is between Jason and Easton age wise, yell in unison. "And we have food!" My dad yells.
All my brothers immediately stop tickling me and run to the kitchen. I quickly follow, not wanting to let the boys take all of the food.
"Dude I love your hair!" Catherine says, "It looks awesome." She hands me a styrofoam cup and box that both read Bill Millers on them. "Mmmm, sweet tea, fried chicken and steak fries?" I ask "Yup, just what you asked for sweet heart. Your hair looks good by the way" my mom says. My dad gives me to thumbs up in agreement, his mouth already full of chicken.
I take my food and sit down at the table digging in.
"So sweet heart, would you like to come to my game tonight? We're playing the KC Chiefs and we're totally gonna crush them. And I reserved some awesome seats for you and your siblings. You can also bring one friend if you like." My dad says hopefully. He plays for the Dallas Cowboys NFL team.
"Sure dad. I'll invite Sammy." Sammy has been my best friend since forever. He isn't the biggest fan of football, but I'll talk hi, into it.
"Sounds great sweetie" dad says and gives me a wide smile.
After everyone is finished eating, dad announces that he's leaving now, and asks if anyone wants to come early with him. Jason and Easton volunteer and within a couple minutes they're gone. I send Sammy a text asking if he would like to come, and he quickly agrees.
He arrives a couple minutes later.
"Desiree your hair looks #fabulous!" He says giving me a hug. We have this thing where we use hashtags with almost everything. It drives my brothers crazy.
"Sammy could you please not." My brother says walking in and rolling his eyes, but he's obviously trying not to smile. "Hey man" says Sammy and they give each other a weird bro hug thing.
"So who do you think will win tonight?" My brother asks Sammy. "I honestly have no idea because I don't watch football, I just came because I have no social life and no friends other than you guys. But hopefully the Cowboys." He says pointing to his shirt, which reads Dallas Cowboys and has the blue star on the front.
"Hey good call man" says David smiling.
"Ok kids, time to get in the car!" my mom says smiling as she walks in, holding her large purse that I call luggage, which she finds absolutely hilarious. What can I say, I should be a comedian.
"Can I drive mom?!" David says excitedly.
We all groan. David is a terrible driver. He only passed the drivers test after the third time, and I secretly think it was only because the instructor pitied him.
"No, I think I should probably drive" my mom says.
But in the end David somehow manages to get my mom to let him drive.
We're about halfway there when my moms phone rings.
"Yes, this is she" my mom says into the phone holding up one finger to silence us all.
"The hospital? Why?"
The car suddenly gets very quiet.
"Oh my god" she whispers, one hand going over her mouth, the other dropping her phone.
I quickly lean forward, desperately grabbing the phone off the ground.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the line says "Ma'am?"
"Sorry, my mom dropped her phone, what's going on?" I ask, glancing over at my mother, who still has one hand over her mouth, their other open by her side, and her eyes wide with shock.
"There's been an accident." The voice on the other end says. "You and the rest of your family need to come to the hospital immediately."
"O-okay" I stutter slightly, ending the phone call.
I look up to the front.
"David we need to go to the hospital. Like right now."
He frowns slightly, looking back at me in the mirror. But he doesn't ask any questions, just changes lanes to the one that leads to the hospital.
--- (a/n- listen to I will follow you into the dark- jayme dee (death cab cover), this is gospel- panic! At the disco (piano version), not about Angels- birdy because it really like enhances the mood. The songs work for the next chapter too. )
I sit in a chair in the waiting room, sobbing.
My father is dead.
So is Jason.
Easton is in surgery. My father had taken a different route down some old back roads. A truck had hit them from the side at 70 mph. My dad had died on impact. Jason died during the ambulance ride here. Easton was in surgery for internal bleeding and brain damage.
His survival is unlikely.
Sammy sits next to me, rubbing my back, trying to hold himself together.
Trying to stay strong for me.
He is basically part of my family.
My dad had been like his dad, because his father left when he was 5.
My brothers where like brothers to him.
He whispers things like "it's going to be alright" even though he knows it's a lie.
A total lie.
Nothing will ever be alright again.
David sits on the other side of me, holding my hand.
He's not crying.
I can tell he's trying to hold it all inside.
He's shaking slightly.
I hope he's not going to have a panic attack. He used to get those a lot. We used to get those a lot. When... No, don't think about that right now.
Another sob racks my body, and Sammy gets up and sits in my chair with me, pulling me into him, holding me, causing me to let go of David's hand.
My mother is across the room from us.
She's just sitting there.
She hasn't cried.
Yet.
I think her grief in losing het husband and son, possibly sons, is beyond tears.
A doctor walks in with a clipboard.
"Nail?" He calls.
We all stand up in unison and walk towards him.
"I regret to inform you that Easton Nail did not make it. I'm very sorry, there's nothing we could do."
***author's note***
Ok, so just some stuff about the characters appearances
Sammy looks like Shawn Mendes
David looks like a young Andrew Garfield
Jason looks like AJ McCarron (if you don't know who that is he's Alabama's (the college) old quarterback and his gf is some ugly supermodel he is to good for her!)
Easton looks like Paul Wesley
And if you don't know the Dallas Cowboys are an American football team #gocowboys they are in Dallas Texas
So yeah
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