Lockets

It comes in flashbacks.... 

In dreams.... 

In pictures... 

In movies...  

In videos... 

In books... 

In everything....

It never leaves me... And it never will... The memory of my best friend... Of my sister... Gone so quickly...Yet so slowly...

~Flashback

My mom was drunk that night... And she decided it would be a good idea to drive with her damn 6 year olds in the car...  

My sister and I knew our mother was not right when she drove through her first red light...  

Hailey held my hand tightly never letting go. She was so scared... Then it happened... We were on the highway when my mom ran into a post. The car jumped in the air and started flipping . Hailey's little arms rapped around mine. Holding on for her dear life. When we hit the ground the car was upside down. Hailey's eyes were shining full of tears, her little hands now holding my wrist. We were all fine. That was until a car came crashing into the side of our upside down vehicle. Hailey's side... 

I don't remember what happened next. My eyes were to full of tears to see anything... Hailey never let go of my wrist but her grip was loosening minute by minute. 

Hailey was suffering. She had just got hit by a car but yet she stayed so quiet. Her blond hair was stained red and her eyes kept fluttering from open to closed but I knew she was still with me because of her light grip, until I coulf not feel it anymore, and she lightly shut her eyes.  

No words could describe how I felt. I was crying but no more than I was before. I was just there. Yet I felt like I wasn't there. I just never took my eyes away from her. I just blankly....

Then suddenly two hands grabbed my shoulders. I did not jump I just kept on staring at my sister even when the hands were dragging me through the broken car window beside me... 

The man picked me up, and my sister was no longer in sight.

That's when I started feeling the pain. The pain from my sisters death and the pain from my bleeding arm. My right arm was bleeding heavily and as soon as I saw the blood I looked away, I was to scared to see what else was hiding on my arm. 

I started balling and I escaped from the man's arms. I fell to the ground I tried getting back up but my legs were weak. I crawled into a ball and just stayed there. When the man tried picking me up I started kicking and punching at his chest. He gave up and went to talk to one of his co workers.

"She is not doing to good..." He said

"Bring her mom over here she will respond to her..." The other paramedic replied.

I could not handle what was happening.

My mother was brought over by a policemen and I just stayed on the road while my mothers arms wrapped around my body. She was not comforting at all. She picked me up and brought me to an near by ambulance.

I woke up the next morning with my father holding my hand next to my hospital bed. My right arm had scars all over. 

I did not leave the hospital until 3 days later. 

I did not leave my house until 1 week later, and that was because of the funeral...

My father had asked me if I wanted to go out to buy a dress and flowers for the funeral and as much as I did not want to I said yes. I felt like I had to be the one to pick, because it had to be special. It had to be special for my sister...