A time to remember

Damien Poole

          I wake up on the left side of my bed, and I stare at the ceiling. My sister still hasn't come home, and I don't know where she is; I bet Brandon is hiding her so she can be a little whore with him while I'm left alone drinking beers until she gets home.
       The house phone rings and I groan and struggle to get out of bed so I can answer the phone. I open my door and begin to walk down stairs towards the phone. I take my hand lifting it up, looking at the caller ID. 'Brandon, Garcia' the phone reads. I sigh and click the green button and put it to my ear so I can listen to my sisters boy friend. "Hello?"
"Hey Damien, it's Brandon. I got news on Brooke."
I almost choke on the glass of water I was sipping. I put the glass cup in the sink and run to the kitchen table and sit in the chair.
"Go ahead dude. I'm listening." I speak into the phone.
"Well, I spoke with the main train guard. And the last time I saw your sister was two days ago in the morning time when she should've been at school. She was heading towards the train station. I heard that a boy got kicked out of his house the same day Brooke disappeared. The police let me interview the boy's parents, and they told me their son, Damon, went to Monte High, but was on his way to the train station to live his own life." I listen carefully to what Brandon's saying. There's a pause, and he speaks up again. "And the same day that both of them left, there was a call brought into the station that two teens, one male, one female, escaped onto one of the train carts. The girl was described to be wearing a white tank top, a red flannel, and some black pants, which Brooke was wearing the day I saw her last." My eyes widen.
"And was the boy the kid that got kicked out?" I asked.
"Yes actually, he was. He was described to be wearing a grey thirty and some black pants, with a book bag on his back. The train guard said the boy was running to the girl who was already on the cart. The train was moving, and the girl was leaning down to help the boy up. The train guard said he shot him in the shoulder and the girl helped the boy up, and they escaped on the train together." I had no words to say to that. "So... Was the girl Brooke?" I ask shyly. "Yes. And they boys name is Damon." I blink trying to remember if Brooke said anything about a friend named Damon. But nothing came to my memory. "But yeah. So Brooke and Damon are in a town called Magwes ville. It's an extremely small town, but very far from here. That's where the train had stopped at to deliver the goods to the towns people." I smile. "Thank you much Brandon. I'm sorry for accusing you of kidnapping her." There's a long pause, then Brandon speaks up; "yeah. Well I got to go now. Have a good day."
"You to."
***

I grab my keys off the kitchen table, and get into my car as I drive to the police station. I arrive at 3:25 PM, which is the time Brooke would be getting home from school. I get out of my car and walk into the station, looking around a bit nervous. I walk up to the front desk and am greeted by a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"Hi sir, how may we help you today?" I clear my throat and look her in the eyes. "Yes, I'm wondering if I could get some information on the missing child report on Brooke Poole? I'm her legal guardian and brother, Damien Poole."
"May I see your ID?" I take my ID out of my wallet that was in my back pocket and hand it to the lady. She takes it from my hand and examines it carefully. "Yes sir, please have a seat over there." She points to a chair near a dark brown metal door. I follow her instructions and go to sit on the chair. A few minutes pass, and a tall man with black slicked-back hair in a black suit comes out of the brown door, and looks at me. "Whose this, Marian?" The man had said. The blonde lady -Marian- looks at my ID, and speaks to him. "That's Damien Poole sir. He's here to hear more information about the missing child report on Brooke Poole. He's her legal guardian, and brother." The man points a finger to me, and points to the room he came out of. "In." He instructs me.
         Me and the man walk into a lightly dimmed room with a table and two chairs. Each across from eachother. "Take a seat Mr.Poole." I do as he says and take the seat facing the door. The man sits across from me and hands me some papers. I grab them from the table and begin to look through them . They are exactly what Brandon had told me.

                 'Brooke Marcia Poole', 15 years of age, went missing and has recently been spotted on a train with an older teenage boy by the name of 'Damon Anthony Merellie', 17 years of age. Damon was caught by train guard, Marcus Ragner, sneaking around the train. When Damon was caught, he began to run to a train cart that had a young lady, Brooke Poole, inside. She was screaming the boys name, ushering him to keep running and to join her on the train. Train guard Marcus Ragner shot four times, aiming for Damon.
          Only one bullet came in contact with Damon's skin, slightly scraping his left shoulder. Head of the train guards, Andrew Bradley, said the train was headed to Magwes Ville, 18 hours away from the twos home town in California. Brooke and Damon have been missing for two days so far, and nobody has seen them since. We do know that the two are in Magwes Ville at the current moment and we are  sending many police officers and K9 helpers to search for Damon and Brooke, and bring them home safely.
             I stare at the papers in my hand and put the back in the folder and pass them to the officer sitting in front of me. "So they're are people looking for her- them, right now?" The officer nods his head in response. "Yes sir. When we have further details, we will have officers come to you pr house and tell you all the news that we have. Until further notice, go back home and get some rest." I nod my head, and walk out of the building and back to the car.
         I put the key in the ignition and start the car. I begin to back out of the parking lot and turn right, onto the high way. The only thing on my mind right now was Brooke, and wondering if she was okay. My phone begins to ring. "Who the hell-" The next thing I know, I'm flying forward and hitting my head on the windshield. The last thing I saw was my speed limit; 94mph. Then there's nothing but blackness. I can faintly still hear, and there's a siren way off in the distance, and people shouting and screaming and horns blaring. I didn't know what happened. I couldn't move, and I could speak. The sounds become fainter, and suddenly I hear nothing. I see nothing. I feel nothing.
Darkness.