Gone With the Wind

The Accident

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Screaming. Pain. Crying. Pain. Sirens. Pain. Light. Pain. Nothing...

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My head is pounding to no end. At first I feel numbness everywhere, that is until I open my eyes. Sunlight streams in through the open window that continues to let in a small, sweet breeze. When I try to move is when I feel the pain. I am in pain, I am confused, where is everyone? Footsteps come from the large tan wooden door and the metal hand move in a downward position before the door itself reveals a young nurse.

"Ahh, Miss Carter, you are awake." The nurse smiles and sets her clipboard on the desk next to me. I still try to adjust my eyes to the bright light as she starts asking questions.

"How are you feeling hun?"

"Uh, Fine I guess, a lot a pain but other than that I'm okay"

"That's great, you will be in a lot of pain but we will give you medicine for that" I nod, eager to get the medicine to end the pain coming from all parts of my body.

"What happened" I finally squeak out, my voice hoarse. She lets out a long heavy sigh.

"Well, I actually have to see a few more patients, but I will send your mom in and let her know your awake, she shall explain everything." The nurse walks out of the room. I lift my arm up and see many cuts on it, same with the other.  I remove my blanket to check my legs and see bruises, both big and small. On my left leg right above the knee is wrapped up. My head is also bandaged on the top left of my forehead.  I hear the door click and see my mom walk in, her eyes red and puffy, but she still manages a small smile.

"Thank god your awake Delilah." I gave her a look in confusion.

"Mom, what happened?  Why am I in the hospital?" Her smile turns into a frown as she walks over to the side of the bed, grabbing my hand she tells me what happened.

"You and your brother were in a car accident, he was driving and the truck that hit you, hit the car head on." By this time she was sobbing and I could barely understand what she was saying.

"Mom, where's Mitchell?" She sobbed louder and buried her head into the blankets. She had always hated crying in front of people, especially me and my brother. She liked being the strong person.

"H-He, He's" Was all she could get out. Before I knew it tears started pouring out of my eyes.

"W-Why him, why couldn't have been me, why was I the lucky one?" I nearly yelled, crying harder than before. My mom crawls into the bed with me as we hold each other, endlessly crying ourselves into a deep slumber.

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"Okay, you are free to go home, just make sure to change the bandages on your more serious wounds so  that they can heal" The doctor announces. I dress my self in the clothes my mom had brought for me and limp into the lobby.

"Ready to go home?" my mom asks quietly. She knows I am not ready for anything.  My brother's funeral is this Sunday and it doesn't feel right without him by my side 24/7. He was my protective older brother who was always there for me, through thick or thin. He meant the world to me, and just thinking of him being gone forever was unreal and it brought me to tears.

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We arrived at the house within minutes. It feels like its been a year since I have been here, everything feels so alien without him here. I walk into my house and climb up stairs, slowly but surely I reach my room. I reach for the door handle but before I can, I sneak a glance at Mitchell's room. I rest my forehead against my door and almost cry again.

I walk into my room and instantly start cleaning things up. I feel empty all the time now and I can't let anyone replace him, even if the empty spot will be there forever. Mom says I don't have to go to school until I feel that I can handle it, but I can't hide forever. I pack up my school bag and start on the missing work that my mom picked up for me yesterday. I start on the first problem but my brain won't function long enough for me to complete it, more so start it.

Instead I grab my guitar out of my closet and sit on my bed. I strum a few strings and tune it since I haven't played in forever. I sing softly to myself the song me and my brother wrote last year. I lay back and continue strumming, luring myself to sleep for the first time without crying.