A Collection of Badly Written Short Stories

A Brother's Duty

My legs felt like they were on fire and every breath I took felt like I was inhaling fire but I couldn't stop, I just couldn't, not until I see her.

The blurred faces of concerned passersbys were all I could see, many screamed and others tried to stop me, but I kept going no matter who I ran into, no matter who I knocked over, I needed to get to her.

My asthma was starting to get to me and my vision was beginning to go blurry but still, I pushed on. I kept pushing until I reached that familiar white building, the one I always dreaded going into but never wanted to leave. Though right before I could reach the sensor opening doors my legs gave out and I collapsed. Staff from inside rushed to my aid but I pushed them off me and got back up and sprinted inside and passed the reception desk. They yelled after me, telling me to stop but I just couldn't.

If I could just see her everything would be alright, I can protect her... That's what older brothers are for right? They protect their younger sisters and brothers from the cruelty of this world, they are there to pick them up when they fall, they can protect them from anything...

I kept running until I got to that ever so familiar room door 105, the one that haunts my dreams. I flung open the door and I saw my mother on her knees crying and my father next to her. My mother's once beautiful blonde hair knotted and in some places ripped out, her face was no better, her bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face turned to face me as I entered the room. My father looked even worse than her, he looked so... empty, broken. Although he was never one for emotions, we all knew he was devastated, he hasn't so much as uttered a word since the diagnosis.

I slowly walked past my mother but she lightly grabs my leg, "Please... please... you, you don't want to see her like this, go home, please... just... go home" She said in between sobs her voice shaky. I looked at my dad but he turned away, though the glimpse of his face told me to leave.

I can't just leave her like this, I can't just abandon my baby sister, thought to myself and walked towards my mother's side. I grabbed my mom's hand and held it. I looked her in the eyes and she knew what I was going to do. I let go of her hand and walked past them and opened the curtains.

My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat, I couldn't believe what was before my very eyes...

My sister looked like a machine, with all those tubes coming out of her body and a mask over her face. Even though she was sleeping she looked like she was in pain and I felt my heartbreak. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand, there wasn't much I could do now but pray, pray for a miracle. Pray that she will forever be with me and in my heart even if she was gone physically from this world.

A doctor entered the room and nodded at my parents, we all knew what this meant. My mother's wails grew louder and my father took her out of the room and asked the doctor to give them a few minutes to calm down. He nodded and then looked at me, his voice...

I couldn't hear his voice, it was as though the world had gone silent and all there was her slight breathing. It was then that I talked to her, sure that she could hear me. I talked to her about everything I could think of, all the memories of us together, I apologized for all the stupid little fights we got into and I cried... I cried and cried and screamed cursing whatever evil being created the evil known as cancer.

Cursing whatever evil being decided that it needed to take my sister from her friends, her family, from me...

My mother and father walked back into the room. My mother still crying but calmer this time and my father was crying as well. We all stood in silence and stared at my sister remembering all the good times we had with her and regretting all the time we hadn't spent with her.

The doctor finally walked back in and looked for a sign of approval from my parents, shakley my mother nodded her head. The doctor calls for a nurse and then began the process of taking her off life support and all the breathing tubes.

We... I watched her chest move up and down counting each breath she took until they began to slow down. I wanted to hold her hand but I was scared that being near her would speed up her death, somehow take her last breaths from her.

One, two, three, four, five...

Her chest slowly stopped moving and she was gone... She was really gone this time, no coming back... I felt tears fill up my eyes and I felt my mouth open but I didn't hear my own scream and I felt my body hit the ground before I could stop it. My world began to go black and the only thing I could think was I had failed.

The one job I had as an older brother, the one thing I am supposed to do is keep my younger sister safe and I had failed. I had failed her and I could never forgive myself, I would never forgive myself.