Misfit Angels

7.

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On our way to the hospital, Dad explained to me what had happened. He told me that Josh was in a car accident. He had passed a stop sign, causing another car to him them. Fortunately for him, the other car hit the right side, so he wasn't hurt as bad as his friend, who was on the passenger side.

They found out over four hours ago and sent the kids off to our grandparents house. And the rest of the time was spent waiting for the hospital to call and for me to get home.

Once we arrived at the hospital, they informed us that Josh only had a fractured wrist and a very, minor concussion that has already pretty much subsided.

I was more than relieved. That car could have easily hit Josh's side, he could have been seriously injured. Of course it was unfortunate that Josh was the one driving and his friend took the greater toll, but we were also told that she was fine- and by fine I mean not dead. She had; 2 broken ribs, A broken leg, and possible memory loss. I was sorry to hear that happen to her, but it wasn't my brother, so I was greatful- as selfish as that may sound.

They allowed us to see Josh right away, then directed us to his room. Walking to the room made me uneasy. I loathed hospitals. Hospitals usually associate with something bad. People don't just visit hospitals for the hell of it. People don't come because the foods great and the smell is pleasant. No, they come because a loved on is dying or another is being born.

We reach Josh's room and walk right in. He was laying in a bed in the center of the room, with a sling on his arm. He was previously watching TV until we walked in, and he looked relatively fine. He still looked like my same, old brother, only tired.

My parents being parents, begun bombarding him with questions. Josh, looking strained, tried to answer every one as best as possible. I watched from a far, not really wanting to get involved.

I had a lot of my own questions for him, but I didn't want to talk. I had a strong opinion on what happened, yet I had no idea what direction it lend to. It was the way I felt when I first found out, when I went to my room, crying, not knowing whether I was mad at myself or at him. And the same thing still applies now, except now I know he's alive.

I want to yell at Josh. I want to yell at him for being so selfish and carelessly taking the stop sign. I also wanted to yell at him purely out of frustrating. Not even exactly at him, but just so I can hear my own screams. I was so frustrated by many things and this accident only amplified it.

I was frustrated because my two, broken friends are possibly soulmates and I have absolutely, no fucking clue what to do with the information. I'm frustrated because my best friend is sort of in love with my brother, and he almost died tonight. And the thing that is just the cherry on top of my shit cake, is Vic. Pretty boy, Vic whom I, for some reason can not figure out to save my life. He seems to be so laid back and confidante about everything. His family is rich and he's incredibly nice and it only makes things harder. I'm usually excellent at figuring people out. Figuring out their mannerisms and how they function to certain things is what I'm best at, but with Vic it's impossible. I feel like I know very basic information about him and that's just not enough for me.

He was so perfect, I couldn't find his flaw, and that frustrated me to no existent. Then he says these things to me. These words that make my heart melt to a point that it hurts, and that's not right. I've never had any one have that effect on me before. Just the thought of it made my blood boil.

I came back to reality, where my parents were shouting words to my now pale brother. It was just another thing to add to my list of frustrations. I couldn't take it.

"Enough!" I yelled over them with my hands tangled in my hair. "That's enough from you two. Josh was just in an accident, he doesn't need this stress."