" Bray..." Tresa said, tugging on my arm. I had fallen asleep on the couch and George in the bedroom, we weren't fighting it's just how we fell asleep. I was officaily seventeen and hoping that soon I could go for custody of my little sister who was now four. She tugged on my arm again and again until my eyes flipped open and I looked at her. She screamed and then laughed, holding her stomach. I sat up and looked at my little sister; she looked sick. I got up and she followed pointing to her floor where she had emptied her stomach. I looked at her worried and picked her up, placing her in her bed and telling her to sleep. I walked out and got a mop and a bucket, going back in and cleaning up the puke. When I had finished I walked into the bathroom and got the tiny garbage can, placing it near her bed and kissing her forehead; she had a fever.
The day was warm and bright, the sun shone through the curtains and the breeze was cool. I pulled back the curtains and opened the window; it was a perfect summer day. I glanced in the fridge and pulled out the eggs, bacon and some bread to make breakfast for when my love had to wake up. George had gotten a job at the corner store near our house and even though it wasn't much, it helped get through the week.
I made breakfast as George got up, showered and walked into the kitchen half naked, walking up behind me and placing his hands on the hem of my boxers. I blushed and he nipped my ear, walking back into the bathroom and emerging ten minutes later, dressed for work.
" ooo.. Bacon and eggs..." He smiled, breathing deeply. I smiled and placed two plates on the table.
" What about Tresa? doesn't she need to eat before pre-school?"
" She's not going today...she threw up earlier..." I said, crunching into my toast. George smiled at me as we finished our breakfast.
" Bye darling... see you later! " He smiled, kissing me passionately before grabbing his keys and heading out. I smiled as I cleaned the dishes; mind wandering back to a certain someone who I hadn't seen or talked to in almost three years. After cleaning the dishes I layed down on the couch and covered up, falling back asleep.
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" Braydon!" Tresa yelled, tugging harder on my hair. Annoyed, I opened my eyes and pulled her into my lap, tickling her stomach. She laughed and kicked me in the chest. I coughed and laughed, holding her down as she smiled back at me.
" Feeling better ?" I asked
" Yes! Can I go outside in the yard?" She asked, putting on her little shoes and grabbing her ball. I nodded and followed her down into the garden.
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" Hey! BrayBray!" Jason yelled, walking up to me and smiling.
" haven't seen you in a while bro!"
" Yeah...been busy, how about you?"
" Good I guess... moms got issues with her heart again so I'm stuck with all the responsibility.."
" balls dude...hope she gets better.."
" she always does!"
" Yeah your mom is a fighter!" I smiled, nudging Jason's shoulder and looking at Tresa, making sure she was okay.
" So I saw your dad yesterday with some women"
" Really? and I should care why?"
" well...you shouldn't but still.." he laughed.
Her little feet, upon the earth
Her little heart, beating as one
Her beautiful smile, bright
Car yells...Rings the bell....
The ball bounces down the hill....
She runs....
Ball stops, but the car doesn't...
I heard a car halt suddenly making an awful sound. Rubber pops and the hood has a small dent.
" BRAYDON!" Jason yells as he points to the ground, where Tresa laid down to rest.... I ran over to my little sister, scooping her up in my arms and rocking her back and forth. The driver got out and called the police, coming over to me and putting his murderous hand on my shoulder. I cried as blood poured from her small body.
The ambulance arrived minutes later, taking her from me and putting her on the bed, quick with their motions and put her in the back of the car. I let her go while Jason held me and asked his mom to give us a ride to the hospital, then calling George so he could come home and help soothe me but nothing would work.
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" is she going to be alright doc!?" George asked, almost shaking the crap out of the doctor who stood there with a scowl on his face; my heart dropped as he spoke the words of the end for a young life who was taken by the hands of the devil; her of all people...someone so young... George grabbed me as I fell to the ground grasping her tiny jacket that I had brought with me, just in case she was going to come home....
Tresa Marie Adams
1999 - 2003
May you rest in peace....
Never should have to bury a sibling, especially not someone that young....I cried as George held me, lowering her small casket, into the Earth below.
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Addicted
Roman pour Adolescents" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.
