Half a Heart

Intro

Do you know what the worst thing is about death?

It's that over time you forget the little details about the person. For me, I can't remember the exact shade of her blonde hair, or how her mouth slanted whenever she found something funny but was trying not to laugh. I can't remember exactly how her eyes lit up whenever she was entertained. Every day my memory gets hazier, and I hate it.

But the thing I do remember, is I remember that day perfectly. The day when they died, and I can't get it out of my head.

I wish I would have just gotten out of bed and went with them that morning. Death would have been better than living in a world without them.

The thing is, death isn't like the books or movies. You don't feel it when they're gone, I didn't get a little twinge in my heart warning me. One second they were there and the next, gone, vanished. No time to say goodbye or remind them that you loved them.

I remember when the police came knocking on our door that day. Two men with a pitiful expression etched into their features, telling us the news. My mom and twin sister were gone. Just like that. In the span of half an hour I lost the two most important people of my life. In one stupid accident.

A drunk driver, who was never found. He or she swerved into their lane and crashed into them head on, killing them but surviving him or herself.

The world has a funny way of working that way, and it's completely unfair.

I was left alone in a world where my dad can't even stand to see my face anymore, claiming that I remind him too much of my mother. I was also left with a twin brother, part of our triplet, who locked himself up in his room and hasn't said much of anything since.

We both didn't just lose a sister that day, we lost a best friend. She was the anchor in our lives holding all of us together, and now that she's gone the world has crumbled along with her.

Now that she's gone, now that they're both gone, I'm left with half of a heart and I'm afraid it can never be repaired