Fading Away.

Chapter One

Chapter 1

‘DANNY! DANNY WHERE ARE YOU? DANNY!’

‘D-Donalin, I-I-I’m stuck.’

‘DANNY I CAN’T SEE Y-‘ Then, I caught sight of him through the mirror. His face shredded by the tiny shards of broken glass that had flown into both of our faces during the accident, like a blood-crazed swarm of flying piranhas, each tiny little cut producing an amount of blood ten-times its size.

His lips unnoticeable; hidden by the streaks of bright-red blood that ran diagonally across his face.

‘NO! D-don’t look at me. Please, I beg you!’ A small tear leaking from the corner of his eye, starting off as a small drop of clear, salty liquid; and ending up as an ugly, bloody, addition to the mess I once knew as being his face.

My brother’s face.

‘I love you, Don.’ He whispered, softly. His voice filled with the purest sadness as his once shiny, ice blue eyes turned to a murky, dull, grey and he slipped away.

Away from my grasp.

‘DANNY! NO, DANNY!’

No reply.

‘DANNY! WAKE UP! DANNY! DANNY! DANNY! PLEASE WAKE UP! DANNY!...

…DANNY! DANNY! DA-‘

‘Shh Donalin, my sweet, sweet Donalin.’ My eyes sprung open as I realised where I was. But I didn’t stop calling his name. ‘Hunny it's ok, please, stop crying,’

‘I’m c-crying?’ An unbelievable question to ask I know, but I didn’t realise I was. My whole world was just upside down. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep; without thinking of Danny, my brother, anyway, and now I had gotten to the point where I didn’t even know if I was crying.

‘Shh baby, yes, you're crying, it's ok.’ My mum cooed in my ear, her arms tightly held around me like a protective mother bear looking after her cub.

‘I-I dreamt ab-bout the a-accident again. I s-saw his f-face, his e-eyes… Lifeless.’ My own eyes becoming heavy and gritty as I focused on a picture of me and my brother at the school prom together, just a few months before the accident. His bright blonde hair falling into his eyes as the multi-coloured lights shone down on him.

‘I know. Donalin, in the morning we will have to talk about this, you need some help on getting through this ordeal, it’s been months. I don’t want you to think that I don’t still grieve for your brother – because I do, but I just think that you need some proper, expert help, so that we can have the old Donny back. Do you understand?’ Her subtle tone making me feel both bitter and guilty. Bitter at the fact that she never appreciated Danny, he was always the ‘boring one’. He hated football, music, even girls; and mum didn’t like that. Mason, on the other hand was her favourite son, the golden boy, he was the athletic type. He loved track, football and girls. The guilty side of me reminding me of just how much my mum did love us all, even if she didn’t appreciate-she still loved.

And despite all of my thoughts, about me, my siblings, my mum…All I gave her in return was ‘ok’, rapidly and awkwardly ending her useless attempts of comfort in return for what I knew would be about half an hour of sleep maximum, before she, or dad, came running into my room with the same speech.