A time to remember

Damon Merellie

        I woke up before everyone else, and I woke up pretty crappy to. I had a dream that I was back with my family, and my sister Marlee was still alive living with us, before she came out being lesbian. Someone broke into the house and killed my mom and dad, and kidnapped my sister and I had to find her... But I was to late. The people shot her right in front of me, and I escaped them and walked to the top of the building, and jumped off, but before hitting the ground I woke up. I was all sweaty and breathing really heavy like, looking around the room.
          I decide that i should take a shower to wake myself up and make breakfast for everyone afterwards, and start my day. I sit up in my bed stretching my arms as I do so, and get up and walk into the bathroom closing it quietly behind me. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could already tell I've gotten a more meaner look. My face seemed dull, like I haven't had any happiness in my life for a while, which is true. My body is more built up than it had ever been, and the gun shot wound on my shoulder is still healing, hurts, but healing. I sigh and run a hand through my messy auburn hair that has gotten longer since this all started. I never realized how long my hair has gotten; past my ears by now, just a little above my shoulders in big layers, parted in the middle. Before everything happened, my hair was barely below my ears and hard to tuck in, but now, I can put my hair in a small bun if I wanted to.
          I open one of the drawers connected to the sink and find what I'm looking for; scissors. The handles are blue, and their very small. I pick up the scissors and begin to cut my hair, watching each auburn piece I cut fall into the sink and into the drain. It's been about 5 minutes since I started cutting my hair, so I put the scissors down and look for an electric razor under the sink, and I find one. It's fully charged so I turn it on, starting to lightly shave the sides and back of my head, leaving a little bit of longer hair on the top.

Looking in the mirror now after my hair is cut, I can already see the difference it makes my face look. It makes my face look tougher; more defined. I smile at myself, and start the water to the shower as I strip myself of my pants. The shirt I had on was already off of me from last night, so I'm fully naked now and I get in the shower to wash my dirty sweaty body. I'm halfway through with my shower before I hear the door to the bathroom open, and close.
- "Hello?" I get no response. Quietly, I open the shower curtain just a little bit to see who it is. It's Jade, and she's brushing her teeth with a blue toothbrush before she notices me looking at her.
- "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I thought Brooke was in there taking a shower, so I thought__"
- "Jade it's fine," I say laughing. I close the shower curtain again and turn off the water, grabbing my black towel off the shower hanger and wrapping it lowly around my waist. I get out to see Jade standing there in nothing but a large white t-shirt and a pink thong.
- "Is that my shirt?" I ask.
- "Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you wouldn't mind. I felt so exposed."
- "No no, it's fine."
- "Oh my god, you cut your hair!" She said excitedly.
- "Yeah haha, it needed a trim."
- "It's so short!" She said, running her fingers through it with a smile on her face.
- "It looks good Damon. I love it."
I smile at her and embrace her in a hug. Suddenly my towel falls off of my waist, and I'm left standing their naked. Jade gasps and closes her eyes like a little girl, and I laugh at that. I pick the towel up quickly and wrap it back around my waist, tightly this time, and continue my hug with Jade.
- "Come on, go back to sleep. It's like 12AM. I'll lay with you until you fall asleep if you'd like."
- "Sure Damon. I'd like that."
          We both exit the bathroom after I put my underwear on, and we both climb into my part of the bed, her closest to the wall which was on the left, and me next to her.
- "I'm glad I met you." She whispered.
- "I'm lucky to have you." I replied.
Her breathing becomes slower and slower with each second, and suddenly I feel her body let loose against mine, letting me know she's asleep. My lips touch her soft forehead and I sit back and relax, letting the thoughts of the future take over, setting me in a deep sleep.

* * *

    It's about 10AM now and I look around the room but the only other person that was in here with me was Miguel, who was drawing something on a piece of paper.
- "Where's Jade and Brooke?" I ask.
- "Brooke's stomach was hurting really bad and she felt like she was gonna pass out, so Jade took her somewhere close to get her something to eat and see if it'd help"
- "Oh okay. What do we do now?"
- "I don't know Damon, you tell me." He said not taking his eyes off of his paper. My eyes roll to the opposite side focusing on the door for a second before the door knob starts rattling.
- "Uh Damon, Brooke and jade aren't supposed to be back yet..."
My body freezes and I don't know what to do but stand there; but something hits me. I remember the gun I stole from Damien a few nights ago when he tried to shoot us, I had put it in my bag in case of an emergency. While thinking of it I quickly run to my bag that was sitting next to my bed and unzip it reaching for the gun but Before I could even manage to get the gun out of the bag, the door of the house opens wide and standing there is Jade holding Brooke up by her armpits and dragging her into the house and laying her in the middle of the floor.
- "Damon get paper towels! Miguel carry her to the bed! I can't pick her up anymore she's heavy!"
I run to the kitchen to get paper towels and when I get back, that's when I realize all the blood dripping down her legs and onto the floor in big puddles.
- "What happened Jade?" I yell.
- "She complained about her stomach hurting so I took her to this little place I know to maybe help her, but she passed out before we even got two blocks away from here! Then blood started coming from her.. You know.. Vagina and shit and I don't know what's happening so I dragged her all this way but now idk what happened to her!"
- "She's having a miscarriage..." Miguel spoke up.
- "What did you say?"
- "She's having a miscarriage."
- "But she's only almost 5 months into the pregnancy.. That can't be."
- "Damon, shit happens. And it's not like we can just drag her into a hospital because first of all, we're all wanted for a murder that we all say we didn't do, so it's not like we can just walk down the street carrying an unconscious girl with blood everywhere without getting noticed by the citizens or the cops. We can't do anything." Miguel finally said as he sits down slouching on his bed with his head in his hands.
I don't know what to do; this has never happened before with anyone I know. I don't even know much about pregnancy so I don't know if she's even going to live or not.
- "Is she going to live?" I ask.
There's a pause before Miguel answers.
- "Probably not without special help."
I don't love Brooke like a used to, but there's still something there; when you love someone, that feeling just doesn't go away for good. Brooke is more like a sister now than anything. We may have had a thing in the past, and issues, but we're okay now and she's with Miguel, and they love each other so much. She's just simply like a sister to me. I speak up to Miguel then.
- "Miguel, it's going to be okay. I don't know if she's going to live or not, but let's just lay her on the bed and see what happens. We'll let her be."
- "Wait Damon.. Don't you have a phone?"
- "Yes?"
- "Then call 911! They can come here and save her!"
My eyes widen and I run to my bag searching for my phone and when I eventually get it, I pull it out and dial 911 and holding the phone up to my ear. It rings three times before someone finally answers the phone.
- "This is 911, what's your emergency?"
- "Hi, Uhm, my friends just came back from going somewhere and one of them clasped to the floor and is bleeding out of her vagina and none of us know what to do! She's almost 5 months pregnant and I think she's having a miscarriage." I say fastly into the phone.
- "Okay, sir, calm down. What is your name and location?"
- "My name is Damon__" I think before putting my real last name in, knowing that if I do so, they will know who I am and we'll all be in trouble.
- "My name is Damon Parkinson. I don't know my exact location, but I'm a block away from the pizzeria on Main Street." I frantically said trying to sound calm. There's a slight pause before the lady speaks up again.
- "Alright sir, stay where you are and try to keep her breathing. Police and an ambulance have been dispatched to your current location."
- "Thank you so much!"
I hang up the phone and Miguel and Jade were staring me; Miguel in his bed, and Jade hovered over Brooke keeping her breathing I'm guessing.
- "They'll be here soon."
I simply say. I let out a big sigh and flip onto my bed, my face stuffed in my pillow and silently cry a little bit.
How could you let yourself get Ito all of this Damon, I think to myself. Just how?