Ellie's POV
I look around my twin brother Elliot's room, only a few boxes left.He died in May, and we are getting his stuff out. There are to many memories-that remind us of him- not only of the good times, but of what happen that night...
It was warm and rainy. Elliot was driving from Wednesday night church. When a drunk driver hit his car, and he crashed into the bridge.
I remember when my parents got the call. They were home with me, because I had the flu. They and I both broke into tears. My father went to the hospital, and mother had to stay home. I remember the unbearable pain we all were from his death.
I just couldn't believe he was gone. I still can't believe he is gone. I mean it was the end of junior year. We hadn't even turned 17 yet.
I wake up everyday knowing I don't have my twin. That's I'll never be able to see his annoying yet loving face.I haven't completely forgave, the drunk driver,but how could I. He killed my brother. I don't even know who he is.
Today, October 3, is the 5 month anniversary of his death. My parents went to his grave. I decided to stay home, and be by myself.
I don't know, why it's harder on me then my parents. Maybe it's because I'm his twin. Or maybe when he crashed, I woke up from my sleep, and told my parents I had a dream about Elliot getting into an accident.
They didn't believe me they just said it was only a dream. Then, out of no where my nose starts to bleed, my stomach starts to ache, and my hands start to shake.
I felt his pain, his internal bleeding, and his 4 ribs being broke. I don't know, why that happened but stuff like that usually happened to us.
Like this one time I fell off my bike, and broke my arm. Elliot was with our Grandpa and Elliot told him we needed to go home now, that I had been hurt. Of course he didn't believe him, no one usually did...
As I lay on my bed, thinking of that horrible day. The pain I felt when it happened, still haunts me.
While I was in thought, my bedroom door opened. My mother stood there, eyes puffy and red.
" Ellie, I think you should go visit your brother's grave. I think it could be good for you." She says
" how could it be good for me to go to my own twin brother's grave?" I questioned
" you haven't been since the funeral, and.."
"Fine," I cut her off "I'll go."
" really?!" she said confused yet happy
" yeah I'll go."I didn't want to go, but I did it just like every other decision I make, to make my parents happy.
"Can I bring someone?" I ask
" of course. I can't stop you from that."
"Okay."I get up, throw on some jeans, a grey sweater, and converse. (up top,in media^)
After, I call my best friend Gabe."yo yo yo Smelly Ellie. What's up." Gabe answered
" remember what today is?"
" yeah I do." He sounded sad
" well my mother, wants me to visit his grave. Come with?"
" yeah of course. Be at your house, in about 20."
"Okay bye."
"Bye babe."Gabe always treated me like that, not dating yet treats me like his girlfriend. I have to admit it's awkward at times, but I've kinda gotten use to it.
Gabe finally arrives, and I get into his car.
" ready?" He asks
" yep." I say and smile.**
Gabe and I arrive at the cemetery. I get out quickly and head toward Elliot's headstone.
It read:
R.I.P
Elliot Michael King
June 17, 1999
May 3, 2016
May you always be remembered.The flowers look new, maybe mother put them on today? I still cannot believe my brother is dead. I collapse on his headstone, and burst into tears.
My glasses start to fog up. I suddenly feel strong arms, wrap around waist. It was Gabe, holding me.
I lay my head on his chest and cry.
" Shhhhhh. It's okay. Ellie your okay." He assures
I lift my head up.
" I'm sorry." I say and wipe my eyes
" for what? Being human? It's okay to cry Ellie. We all do it. Don't apologize."I start to cry a little less. Gabe chuckles, and wipes my tears. Then, takes off my glasses, and wipe the fogginess away.
"Thank you." I say
"Your welcome. Now after all that, how about we get some fro-yo?"
" sounds good." I agree
We stand up and walk to his car.
**
As we walk to the register, a red head, awaits.
" welcome to Fro-Yo Bob's how may I help you?" She asksShe has a lot of makeup on, like Kardashian a lot.
" well first I can take a order of your number. And then vanilla." Gabe winksI roll my knowing that, this is what happened every time we go out. He gets a girl number, and then later that day he is in bed with her.
Seriously, how can someoney get that many girls a week, just for "pleasure". The red head, which name tag read, Harper smiled, and winked.
" I want chocolate please. Thanks." I interrupt
She gives me a GTH look, and types it in the machine.
" total is $6.87."
Then slides a napkin, which I'm assuming has her number on it, to Gabe.She walks away, to make are fro-yo. I give Gabe a disgusted face.
" What?" He says innocently
" really?"
" yeah really. I mean did you see her?" He motions to Harper
" yeah I did. She looked like the red frosted cake I threw up, that Elliot made me when we were 8." I laugh
" what's that suppose to mean?"
" it's means she caked her makeup on way to much, and that red hair looks like you could see it 10 miles away."He laughs, and Harper comes back with fro-yo.
" enjoy!" She says
" you will tonight." Gabe winks and we walk away.Can this boy ever stop I mean seriously. We get back into his car, and head back to my house.
Once, we pull up, Gabe speaks,
" you think I should come in today?"
" no I think it's best if you don't. Tomorrow though." I smile and get out.
" see you at school tomorrow!" He replies and drives off.I walk in and my mother greets me.
" hey honey. How'd it go?"
" fine."
" well that's good."
" yeah. I think I'm just going to head up to my room."
" okay. I'm down here if you need me."I go upstairs to my bedroom
It was about 4, so I decided to take a nap, to relieve my stress from today.
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