Listen Carefully [UNDER REVISION]

Chapter XX: You need a treatment

William and I holding each other's hand as we looked at the bed where Jason is peacefully sleeping, it's been a week after Jason collapse and not responding for 20 minutes. A loud noise woke us up from the slumber, and I immediately get up on my bed without waiting for him to comprehend what is happening. Natalie and Roseline in front of the door of my brother frozen on their tracks, I pushed the door open and saw Jason face flat on the floor. He looked pale and he is not breathing too, set of tears fell down on my cheeks as I hurried on his side. Begging him to wake up, out of desperation I proposed a deal with him, to make him come back with me. William can't do anything to calm the tension I was in, he only hug me from behind.

Voices of strangers echoing in my head as we get out in his room to breath some fresh air, that was William suggested as I keep staring straight ahead not focusing on my sleeping brother. His arm draped around my shoulder as the voices inside my head getting louder and darker, muffling the outside world noises. Christmas is coming in few weeks, for all the stress I experience I forgot this day was supposed to filled with joy and laughter, the noises my ear loves to listen. Icy air meet the warmth of my blood, my defence against such ice. I feel it wash over my skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of my heart, again and again. The truth is, as hard as it is, that so long as I keep moving I'll win. The ones who stop are the ones who freeze; the victors reach the safety of home because one foot always moves in front of the other in defiance to the wind, in a rage against the winter blasts, at ease with the volcano that breathes under this snowy mountain top.

How ironic isn't?, Dallas doesn't experience a snowy mountain and it was so rare to see crystal-white gown of the planet, that supposed to be covering most of the places. The residents of Texas especially Dallas, doesn't experience or rare to the white Christmas most of the people who live in US. 234 sunny days and 81 days of precipitation, that's what this country can only offer for us. Muffle sounds changed into some sort of deafening ringing, it's like wave you usually hear when you accidentally open the television during midnight, where there is nothing but a rainbow colored lines on the screen producing irritating sounds. I yelled eyes closed shut, while both of my hands covering my ears, by that simple yelling I get most of the people attention on the street. William keep getting my attention but all I can hear right now is, that irritating deafening sound.

When I opened my eyes, hands still covering my ears. All I can see is the place where on fire, muffle voice and screaming and a faint of explosion in the distance. Just like any other of my hallucinations, the scene crumbled like a piece of paper and changed into something that I don't want to witnessed and experience again. My father on the driver seat eyes wide open drench in his own blood, his mouth slightly agape as the rescuers trying to distract me from the scene. My mother is far much worst than what my father state was in, a branch of a tree pierce on her body, her eyes are wide open as her hand in the motion of shielding someone in front of her. The only words I can manage to speak, are the most painful a 7 year old little girl can speak. Anyone who heard it will surely brings some painful tears on their eyes, not even a grown up man can stop it.

"Are they alive?, Why I don't see them breathing?. Why you don't pull them out?, they are alive their eyes are wide open!, Pull them out!." An innocent questions and an angry statement coming from a seven year old girl, who had no clue that her parents are no longer alive and will never see her as a grown up woman.

I heard some sniffling behind me, but my eyes is only focusing on the cold body of my parents. I tried to reach for the hands of my mother, when I touch her fingers I retreat my hands on my chest, as my eyes are wide open and mouth slightly agape. Her fingers are so cold it can compare to an ice, by just looking at her eyes anyone can recognize that she is dead. My 7 year old me shakes her head, trying to loose from the gripped of the rescuer and reaching for her mother's arms. She wanted to make sure there is still a warmth in her body, even a faint one, she was hoping that there are just joking and will eventually hug her again if she cried and yelled for them to wake up.