Abandoned

Chapter 13 :: When the past comes back to haunt you.

I can hear the minuets passing by slowly with every tick of the clock. Watching. Waiting. With nothing else to do. Motionless... staring...

I didn't think I knew why I'm awake at 4am, watching the clock as time waists away, until I remembered exactly why I was awake. The nightmare.

For the first time since I was off the streets, the nightmare that I had at one point for about 3 weeks straight, showed its ugly face again.

It started about a month before I was put on the streets. When I had lost the only source of happiness I had left.

See, I tell everyone that I was an only child, before I figured out about being adopted. The truth is, I wasn't. I had a brother.

~ Flash back ~

I woke up to my head against the floor.

"Get up! Your brother is in the hospital." Mom yells at me, standing above me. She was obviously the reason why I'm on the floor.

I stand up, dusting myself off.

"Why is he in the hospital?" I look at her with wide eyes.

"He got into a car accident. Unfortunately, it was him instead of you, stupid bitch. " She slapped me across the face. "You should have been the one dying!" I feel the tears pricking at my eyes as the spot on my cheek grew hotter.

"Get ready to leave before I fucking go with out you." She says before walking out of the room, leaving me to get ready. I get dressed as quick as I can, crying silently the whole time.

How could he have gotten into a car accident? He is a safe driver! Did someone hit him? How bad was the accident?

Questions like these are all I could think about, causing the tears to come rushing down my face quicker than before.

I finally finish getting dressed, and walked out into the living room, where my mom and dad were having a yelling fit.

"It shouldn't have been Michael! It should have been that stupid bitch!" I was used to the hateful comments thrown about me. I was used to hearing my name in a sentence of nothing but swear words. But this time, I agreed. It should have been me and not my brother. I should be the one, laying in a hospital bed, possibly dying. It should have been me.

"I know. I wish there was some way they could switch places. I wish she was the one dying and not our boy." Dad pulled mom to his chest, letting her cry into his shoulder.

With a sigh, I walk into the room, making them both look up at me.

"Finally, you took long enough!" Dad yelled at me. Mom was now standing beside him, arms crossed as they both send me death glares.

"Can we please just go and see Michael?" My voice was broken and weak.

Dad didn't  say anything, instead, they both just begin to walk out to the car, and for that, I am thankful.

The car ride there was the scariest part. Mom wouldn't stop mumbling about how it should be me, and dads hands were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he drives 10 miles above the speed limit. I pray that we don't get pulled over, but I'm happy he's driving faster. The quicker we get there, the sooner I get to see my brother.

The only thing on my mind, was questions and thoughts about how it should be me not him. I lay my head on the window and just let my thoughts take over. Consume my whole being.

I wake up to the sound of doors shutting and get out of the car quickly. They were going to leave me in here? I shouldn't be surprised.

I run past them and through the doors of the hospital.