It Started with a Punch

Is This The End?

Chapter 2:

Emily's P.o.v :

I'm lying on a hospital bed, I don't know what happened. My brothers were tickling me, mom and dad smiling with joy seeing us having fun, well not particularly me but atleast my brothers. All of a sudden I don't remember anything. Was it an accident? With a sudden panic, I tried to move, but I couldn't, there were plasters on my leg and hand, I was all bruised up. I had to see my family. I screamed but the nurse wouldn't let me go saying I was too weak to stand. But I had to see them, I had to see if they were okay, I pleaded, "please, please let me go, I have to see them, take me to my family." But she refused. I read her name tag, it said rose. I spoke again, "Rose, please let me go, wouldn't you who had an accident would want to see if your family was ok, please just for once,pleeaasee, rose pleas..." tears streaming down my face, I couldn't say anything more, but I felt something, a movement of my body. Was rose taking me to them?, I wondered. She put me on a wheelchair, saying," I'm breaking the order, you are too young to handle this, just have patience and everything will be fine.

The reason I'm taking you to your family is I couldn't see you tearing down any further, but what I'm going to do right now can break you even more." I didn't understand what was going on, were they fine, did something happen to anyone of them, no no no.. This can't be happening, what are you thinking Emily, no worries, they are fine, everything's okay, just trust.. No noooo noo.. Mom, daaaaaddd.. Wake up.. Come on.. Why aren't you waking up.. My heart sank, I couldn't breathe, please tell me this was a bad dream, a nightmare, please. Suddenly I hear a voice,thinking it be of mom but it's Rose "Emily, Emilyy, please don't cry, I know this is bad, I am sorry the truck crushed the car, your parents were killed right away, I am soo sorry dear, you and your brothers,.."

"My brothers, my brothers, where are they, where are Jack and John, where.." Rose held me and put me on the wheelchair again, "Shhhh, they're fine, a little bruised but they'll be fine, I promise."        

I saw my little brothers, all bruised up, better than me but I never thought this day would come, that I have to see my parents all bruised and dead and brothers with scratches, pain all over the body. Why, why couldn't it just be a happy Sunday, why not a normal one, my face drenched in tears, suddenly I felt numb, rose rushing me towards my ward, calling the doctor and then blank.