bits of My Brain

written in blue

A knock on my office door grabbed my attention.

"Come in"

How annoying. Can't they see I'm busy?

As the boss of the east side newsbreak I have no time to waste.

The mahogany door swung open and my secretary, Tyler, speed walked towards my desk.

"We got fresh meat Kelly," he shoved my neatly stacked piles of looked over paperwork, toppling them over one another.

Tyler, my idiot, clumsy, old highschool classmate, and negative minded secretary is the only person in this facility who I would allow to call me by my first name.

He took a seat in the spot he just swept my papers away from. "An accident consisting of two busses and nine cars on highway 64 just an hour ago killing 30 and injuring 66 is in the critical condition section of hospitals nearby." he placed the walkie talkie on the desk next to him and leaned over placing an elbow on his knee. His shirt hugged at his chest nicely.

I whistled not breaking eye contactt with my laptop. Damn. 96 people. "Where was the busses going?" I asked typing the last few sentences on my summary.

Tyler reached over and shut the top of the laptaop almost taking my fingers with it "hey shitface watch it! I just got my nails done I didn't plan on loosing em today!"

"They were coming from new York. Also I think they would look cute if it was a nude color." he grabbed the packet and flung it over the closed device "here's a list of all the dead and living. The names in red are dead, blue is in critical condition and yellow is the living."

I snorted " Poor bastartds" I picked up the packet and looked through the list of names, not even bothering to look at the last names.

Maria
Destiny
Paul
Keith
Rosemary

Dead. Lost souls now. Leaving the tears of others behind.

Not my problem.

The section with the people in blue gave details of injuries and backgrounds.

Michelle
Jin
Kayla
Jason...

Huh... Same first name as my brother.

You know what... I should check up on him.

Since we were born were stuck together like glue. If Jason was somewhere I was with him, if I were somewhere he was with me. We had each others back and fought for one another. When we graduated high school we finally decided to split apart and decided to go our own ways and seek our own goals.

I placed the packet down then pulled out my phone from an open drawer in my desk. Holding down the power button, my phone comes back to life playing a little tune.

I wanted to be a reporter. He wanted to be an architecture.

He applied to an elite college up north and left as soon as the exception paper came in the mail, leaving me to fend for myself.

"You don't exactly have time to be on your phone Kelly" Tyler raised a dark brow, pursing his lips into a thin line.

My phone buzzed signalling that I received a text.

"Just one quick check. I've been good today..." I pouted and pressed the message icon, surprised to see the message was from my brother. Damn, I was so busy working I didn't check my phone sooner.

If I don't turn off my phone I wouldn't be able to get anything done.

I pressed the conversation and it opened. It said: