*Alina Pov*
I sat in the waiting room trying to calm my breathing. A million thoughts was running through my mind at the moment. When the ambulance arrived they managed to get a pulse but I haven't heard anything since I got here. It's been 4 hours.
I kept rubbing my hands up and down my thighs something I do when I get nervous. I'm hurt, angry, sad everything bundled up inside me but I refuse to break I have to stay strong for kylan.
The police came by a couple hours ago questioning me on what happened. I told them everything I knew and could remembered they promised me that they are going to do their best to catch these guys. They seemed so sincere I couldn't do anything but put my trust and faith in the them.
I sat thinking about my mother, the thing that really pissed me off was my mom came outside crying and fussing in front of the cops talking about, "My baby what happened to my baby". I wanted to smack her so motha fucking hard. That's not even the worse part, the worse part is she didn't even show up to the hospital some mother she is.
She definetly going to get hers I can promise you that. I looked at the doors that the nurses and doctors took kylan in. I sighed running my fingers through my hair.
I closed my eyes thinking about the first time my mom brought kylan home from the hospital. I instantly fell in love with him, he's been under my wing ever since.
I must of dozed off because I felt someone light tapping me. I opened my eyes coming face to face with an older nurse and male doctor.
"Excuse me are you Here for Kylan Turner?" The older nurse asked.
I quickly stood up, "Yes ma'am I'm his older sister, how is he? can I go see him now?" I asked her with hopeful eyes. They both looked at each other, the doctor cleared his throat and started speaking first.
"I'm sorry to tell you this but kylan didn't make it, he died halfway through the surgery there was so many bullets in his chest and his lungs failed his little heart couldn't take the surgery" The doctor said closer his clip board. I felt a numbness run through my body.
"What this can't be they got a pulse where's my little brother stop playing with me I can't lose him" I fell on the ground crying hysterically.
"He was so small and precious and smart he was going to be things in life good things man quit playing go get my little brother" I cried standing up pushing the doctor towards the door they took him in.
"I'm sorry miss we did everything we could do" the doctor said. The nurse hugged me.
"Young lady you have to be strong for your brother he's in a better place now, the front desk has information for the funeral" she said hugging me tighter. I simply nodded not being able to speak. I felt broken, my everything was gone and there's nothing that I can do to bring him back.
I go to the front desk and get the information for the funeral service and left. I couldn't be in that hospital no more knowing this is the place my baby brother took his last breath in. I didn't have a car or nobody to pick me up so I just walked home.
It seems that I'm the only one who cares. Nobody fucking came not mom not derion, nobody. They all make me fucking sick. I crossed the street not paying a attention. I heard tires screech and a car beeped their horn.
"Damn what the fuck I could of almost hit you are you fucking crazy do yo ass want to die" the guy driving the car yelled out the window.
"Death sounds nice" I chuckled bitterly and continued on my way. I heard him call me a crazy bitch and drove off but I didn't care. I have no one to live for now, no one that makes me want to be better to do better. I walked down my street, I finally got driveway.
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Dangerously Involved
Teen FictionAlina Turner is a senior and one of the best artist at her school. Drawing is her life and her escape. To everyone alina is a prodigy and one of the greatest students coming out of Westlin High School. Westlin is the worst school in Springfield, Ill...