Get My Brother Back!

Chapter 11

"I awoke to a nurse walking in with other people with her. My face lit up instantly when I saw who they were. "Mama, Baba, Waipo!" I sat up to hug them, even though I had a quick spasm of pain. I hugged all of them then laid back down. Mama was crying and Baba and Waipo were smiling at me. "We missed you so much Hua." I missed the nickname Waipo has called me for years. Hua, simply 'flower' but makes the littlest person feel good. "You are aloud to come home with us." Baba told me. I get to see Shan... I stopped myself. I don't get to see Shan. He's... he's gone. Never to return. I put a smile on my face as everyone left the room. I started tearing up at the thought of me letting Shan down. I laid down on my pillow and practically cried myself to sleep. 

All of my stuff, the little that I had brought and then stolen back, was packed. "Are you ready?" There was a walker next to my bed as Baba helped me up. It felt good to walk again. I walked out of the hospital and found that I could ride in a car. I sat down and we drove home.

The man driving the cart dropped us off and Baba immediately went to tend to the farm. I walked inside slowly and went to my room to put my stuff down. I immediately saw a picture of Shan as I walked in. I teared up, but blinked the tears away. I kept convincing myself into thinking that it wasn't my fault for Shan's death. But there was a little annoying voice in the back of my head who kept saying that this was all my fault.

I walked up to the wall and and leaned against it. Not now. I thought as I walked out to my parents and Waipo. Baba and Waipo were sitting as Mama made tea. They let me sit down instead of going to help. Being home seemed strange and familiar at the same time. Being around my family made me stop thinking about Shan. But as I went into my bedroom to do my homework after tea, all of my thoughts came back and were even louder. I started to hit my head with my fist, but that made them grow louder. I started to hit my head against the wall, but still it grew louder. I grasped my head. "It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my..." I tripped over my bed and hit my head against the floor as black covered my vision.