REAL

REAL -3

ERINE
"Hey! Calm down!" The man calls and I look at him. He asks me something. I just keep looking at him in confusion as nothing he says makes sense. Like he's speaking some sort of foreign language that I don't know. My head feels dizzy and I feel like I'm about to go unconscious. Then after I while of just sitting and staring at the man. I finally make out the words he's saying. "Are you okay?" He asks. I'm not! I say in my head. "What's your name? Why are you lying here? Where are your parents?" He asks. At the mention of my parents, I suddenly think of Surgish. Tears fill my eyes and I close them shut to avoid crying but that doesn't help. I start crying just then and there.
      
"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" I hear him saying in the background but I'm just not in a condition to answer him. He dials some numbers in his phone and after a while, a car appears at the spot. A black Lamborghini! It is a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. I recognize the model because my brother always talked about it. Even showed me tons of videos related to the car. "How cool is this, Erine?" He used to say, showing me its video. The one before me has the red strip at the bottom. The car is one of only 9 Lamborghini Veneno Roadsters ever made. I know many things about this car. Just a look at the car, and my eyes already tear up and I feel my eyes drifting shut from the intense mental pressure.
        
When I open my eyes, there is no car, no city and the man is also gone. I'm in a room. A small room with one window which makes the whole room light up. The sun rays indicate that it's almost afternoon. My brother taught me how to tell time with the help of sun. I am lying on a bed and I try get off of it. As I try to stand, my head spins and I sit down again. When I open my mouth to call out for someone, that's when I realize that I am unable to speak. I try again to speak but fail. I keep trying but to no use. I fail to speak. I can't help but cry. My cry is not audible. It freaks me out. I had never in my life experienced something like this. I had never beared a loss so great. I lost so many things. It all happened at once. I lost my mom, my brother, my house, my dad, and even my voice. I was okay with everything. I could just bear it all and just continue to live normally if my brother had been alive but he's not. Lying down, I recall the memories we shared.
     
He was four years older that me. And he loved me. Although my father hated me, but for some strange reason, he loved Surgish. He always only talked to him, only bought him all the stuffs, only favored him and all I got from him was beatings and curses. But despite that, Surgish always found a way to cheer me up whenever I was sad. Although he was mostly with dad, he also made some time for me, which if dad had found out, would have killed me. He hated Surgish talking to me so he always kept him away from me, busy at something. But did that stop him from loving me? The simple answer is no.                                       

He was always there for me.He was there when I needed. When I got in trouble at school, he would help me sort it out. When I needed my paperwork signed by a guardian, he would be the one to sign them off. He had black curly hair, and blue eyes, a few shades darker than mine. His eyes were almond shaped, similar to mine and his lips were lot thinner than mine. He was very pretty. An ideal brother. My eyes fill up as I realize that he's gone. I don't have a chance to make such beautiful memories with him anymore. Suddenly the door to the room jerks open and in comes a guy.