Hit the Stage

Chapter1

Chapter 1 2 Days Earlier

(SELENA’S POV)

          I watched as the police pulled into my driveway and walked up to my front door. “Oh great” I thought “Its gotta be about Carl”. I walked to the front door tripping over the colorful rug in front of it. Samara, my cat wandered over to me and purred heavily at my feet. I pulled open the door picking up Sam, so she wouldn't wander outside.                     

“Yes? May I help you?” I asked in a polite voice “Selena McCaron?” A brunette man with a scruffy beard asked.    He had taken off his slightly dirty police cap. You could tell his bright blue eyes looked concerned and slightly depressed.                    

“Um...Yeah, That’s me. Look if you’re here about Carl I haven’t seen him for 6 years so I can’t help you-“    

“We're not here about your father Selena; we are here about your brother, Victor McCaron.” He interrupted. He shifted the weight of his body uneasily to the other foot and looked at me uncomfortably. I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when he looked at me like that.            

“Oh… well he isn’t here he’s gone to the store to get groceries for dinner tonight” I looked at him for a moment. "Is something wrong?” I questioned.

“Well, Miss McCaron, we would like you to come to the hospital, Victor has been in a...well a..." He sighed. "Car accident and is in fatal condition,” he continued.            

I stared at him for what seemed like hours, when in reality it was only a few minutes. “W-what?” I stuttered.   

“Miss McCaron, he needs you at the hospital right away. We must leave.” He looked at me pleadingly. I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach and I wanted to puke in that minute.            

“O-okay, let me just grab my-my, uh… my uh jacket.” I slowly set Sam down. She scurried up the stairs into Victor’s room. I blinked at the sight once barely realizing what just happened. I grabbed my jacket that was hanging next to the door. I then walked out the door closing it quickly behind me. I sat down in the passenger seat of the police car.          

  The world was in black and white and I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes that were threatening to break through. I hadn't realized when we had arrived at the hospital, or when we had rushed into the ER. Nor when I saw my brother lying in the bed with an IV in his arm. His midnight black hair that matched mine was all disheveled. He had bruises and cuts all over his face and body.                    

It felt like my world had just came crashing down. It felt so unreal. My brother was the only Person I had left who loved me; he had cared for me since I was nine. Now it could all be gone in just a brief instant.           

  I was pacing around the room glancing at Victor every so often noticing how much similar we looked. We had the same dark hair and beige skin. He was about a couple feet taller than me. Probably from the fact that he was nearly 20 years old and I was only 15. He was about 7 feet tall and I stood at about 5 feet. I was short and proud of that fact.             

Victor was the only one who encouraged me when I mentioned that I wanted to be a dancer. He had spent an abundance of money for me to take my classes. He had spent all of his time working for me just so I could have a better life. One that was better then what he was forced to have because of the choices my foolish father made. I loved him and for some reason, I felt it was my entire fault he was here. I wished deeply it was me laying in that bed not him. Just not him. I was close to breaking down and bawling my eyes out, when a female doctor carrying a clip board walked in.