Broken

Dressed In Black

Looking at his pale, breathless face makes me have a knot in my throat. I walk away and notice all the people from his class dropping tears left and right. I don't shed a tear, they say I'm just in shock. People stop me and say their condolences, but I blankly stare at them noticing the way their lips quiver when they talk. My mom comes up from my side and squeezes me, probably to make herself feel better rather then myself.

"Time to go." She painfully tells me.

Now it's time to bury my brother in a six foot hole in the ground. We stand out side with our black umbrellas as the rain hit the tops, we all watch him slowly get lower into the ground. My mom clinging to my arm, her tears drop from her cheeks getting soaked into my dress. I look to see his girlfriend hysterically crying then looking around to see if anyone notices, she's an attention whore. I want to stand up and walk away but feel glued to my chair. We finally get into the car and drive home, I lean my head against the window trying to reminisce in all the great and bad times we had. I close my eyes letting the time pass by.

Memory.

"Common Hope don't be so down!" He playfully punches my arm, grabs my cheeks and lifts them to turn it into a smile.

"Why?" I push his hands away from my face.

"Because you should be back out there, you obviously know he is."

I stare at him in frustration but he smiles so big and keeps raising his eyebrows up and down, I give into it. "Okay, okay."

He grabs my arm and drags me down the stairs and outside, he releases me and lays in the grass. I give him a "Really" look. He sits up and pulls me down. He screams which caused me to jump nearly out of my skin.

"What was that for!" I uncover my ears.

"Let out your anger."

"No." I refused, I'm going to look so stupid if I do, plus we have neighbors.

"Fine then I'll do it again." He threatens me, taking a deep breath in but my hand shoots up to cover his mouth. Then I yell and scream all at once all my anger is coming out of me, something else to that shocks me, I'm cursing every swear that's coming to my head about Joey, that cheating bastard. Then I run out of air so I take a deep breath in allowing the air back in. I look at Tyler which is now uncovering his ears.

"Feel better." He smiles.

It makes me smile because it actually did, all that tension in my chest and throat is gone.

Reality

All that gets interrupted by my mom swerving into the other lane. Another car comes and we hit head on. Black out..

I wake up in a white gown, a monitor pacing my heart beat and my Grams holding my hand.

"Oh. My. God. Doctor! Doctor!" She starts running out the door to get someone. They both come back in fast walking.

"How you feeling? I'm Dr.Phillips." He grabs a flashlight and begins going back and forth between my eyes. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded.

"What happened?" I manage to say even though my jaw feels like I had been punched repeatedly .

My Grams grabbed my hand with both hands. "You and your mother were in a car accident after Tyler's funeral. Do you remember?"

Trying to remember made my head hurt, but I did. "Yea." I quietly say. "Is she okay?"

My grandma takes her hand back and whips her tears. "Your mother did not survive the accident. The doctors said you probably wouldn't have made it either, but you did and I'm so glad." She said over her tears that rapidly fell.