Christopher Brown
After ditching my brother's funeral, I went home, and laid in my bed, just staring at my ceiling.
I couldn't see him in that box, getting buried like some old memory. That's my twin brother, and it felt like it was me that died.
Cole is half of me and I was half of him. I'll never feel complete without my wingman. My best friend. My realest homie. My other half, man. I just couldn't go. I don't think I would ever be the same seeing him like that.
The fact that I heard him die, will forever scar me. The police filed it as an accident, and they gave me his phone, but if it wasn't an accident, how did he get a text from someone, saying that they don't need him any more?
I cursed, shooting up off of the bed and storming in the bathroom. Turning on the sink, I splashed water on my face, before looking at myself in the mirror.
But I didn't see myself, I saw Cole.
I punched the mirror, and saw regret in my eyes...before running out of the bathroom. I can't even look at myself without being reminded of my twin.
I went downstairs and sat on the couch, staring at my phone on the table. I haven't touched it since last week after I called the police.
I stared at it as it beeped, glowed, vibrated, and rung. I still didn't pick it up, because... I don't even know why.
I'm just trying to find answers. The police won't look into this any further. But I know what I heard.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered everything that I heard during that call.
I dialed Cole's number, sitting by my Dad in my living room. He said he had a big business meeting for his company, Black Pyramid, but I called his assistant and she said he wasn't there today.
Of course I had to get shawty's number.
Anyways, he picked up on the third ring, "Hello?"
"Hey it's Chris. When you gone be done with yo' 'important meeting'? Dad wants to see you." I said, jabbing Dad in the ribs with my elbow playfully.
"Yea sure, 'Dad' wants to see me." He responded sarcastically.
Cole and Dad have the worst father-son relationship ever. He was more of a Momma's boy, while I was always best with Dad.
But our Mom died 3 years ago from cancer, so him and Dad have been trying to work things out.
"Yea bruh. I was about to act like I was you but somehow he can always tell us apart." I chuckled.
"Dang right." Dad whispered, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I heard tires skidding through the phone, making me scrunch my eyebrows.
"Yea ,you right.. aye, you speeding?" I asked confused.
I heard his breathing speed up, "Chris, I love you big bro', take care of my baby girl, please." His shaken voice begged.
I got scared, and I shot up off the coach. "Wh-" Before I could finish, a loud crash blasted through the phone, making me drop mines on the floor.
I quickly grabbed it, and screamed out his name, repeatedly. I could hear his ragged breathing. My dad came running into the room.
