The Scarlet Ibis: The Aftermath

After Doodle had died, I was beating my fists on the cold hard ground, and tears were falling down my face, as if Kaieteur Falls had been implanted into my eyes.

I shouted as loud as I could, screaming, "WHY DOODLE WHY!" until I had no more air in my lungs.

It became so clear to me so fast that my pride was my downfall. I sat there with Doodle in my arms, his eyes wide open, regretting how hard I pushed him to be like other kids, only to not be embarrassed in school. If only I hadn't pushed him so hard. If only I had just helped him up and carried him on my back. Shortly after the storm subsided, I laid my fingers on his eyelids and I closed them. I picked up Doodle's dead body and ran back to my house. I have never, ever in my life run that fast to my home. When I walked in, Mama, Daddy, and Auntie Nicey all looked up and glanced up at me, with Doodle in my arms, with his shirt stained bright red.

As soon as Mama and Auntie Nicey saw me holding Doodle in my arms, they all immediately began to cry because they knew what happened. Mama took Doodle out of my hands and shook him a couple times, and fell to her knees crying her eyes out. Daddy came over and began to tear up.

He asked me, "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" screaming at me with all his heart. So I told him the whole story. I explained the whole story to everyone. He sat there with a dumbfounded face and began to cry. Mama handed Doodle to Aunt Nicey, got up, and began to scream at me saying,

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO DOODLE, HE WAS YOUR BROTHER!" And then, after all the screaming, she hugged me. She squeezed my body so hard that I thought my ribs were gonna break. She then said while crying, squeezing my body and hair, "I never want to lose you." What she just said hit me so hard. I had never been hit so hard with words. It felt like I was hit by a speeding, oncoming, subway train going 200 mph. After Mama said that I began crying again. After this whole crying party thing subsided, we set up a funeral for Doodle in our baxkyard. We invited every family member and close friend that we could think of, but only a few people showed up. After the whole funeral Mama came to me and asked,

"I wonder how Doodle is doing with the man upstairs," and then began to tear up. I saw her reach for the back of her dress, but I did not think much of it. Then I started,

"I don't know but I feel like he is watching over us. I wish I could go to heaven and see him again. Then all of a sudden Mama says,

"Then why don't you?" When Mama said that my heart dropped. I turn my head over to push her away, but by the time I realized what was going on it was too late. All I remember was Mama pulling the sharpest dagger I had ever seen in my life go into my stomach. Next thing I know, Doodle and I are upstairs laughing and drinking some nice cold Cola talking about our past adventures.

(Pardon any mistakes)

(I still don't own anything)