21 Days

Chapter Two- Day One

My parents woke me up after what seemed to be only a minute of sleep, I was still clinging to my Xavier's arm. I looked up at my parents, my eyes still burning from all the tears, their eyes were blood-shot as well. They looked like they hadn't slept at all last night.

Slowly, my dad pulled me up out of the chair, and handed me my clothes for school. I hadn't even paid much attention to the fact my parents were already dressed for work.

With zombie like walking, I slowly made my way over to the bathroom in my brother's room. I shut the heavy wooden door behind me and sat my clothes on the side of the tub.

I look in the mirror, my hair was a mess, my eyes were a bright stinging red, the dark circles under my eyes shot out from the rest of my messy features. I turned on the cold water, the faucet hissed as the water began to spit out. I cupped my hands sticking them under the water, I brought my face close to the sink and splashed the water on my face. I did this again a few more times in order to wake myself up.

I gripped onto the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, grabbed my t-shirt and put it on. Then changed my underwear, I changed from my sweat pants into a pair of dark skinny jeans. I combed my hair out with my fingers.

"Leora, we've got to go, I've got to get you to the house so you can get your car and go to school," I heard my dad's voice call.

I grabbed up my dirty clothes and exited the bathroom. My mom stood holding a bag that contained hers and dad's clothes from last night, I put mine in there with theirs. Before I left, I walked over and kissed my brother on what little bit of skin was revealed on his cheek.

Mom, dad and myself all loaded up and got into the car and drove to our house. My parents dropped me off at the house then left for work. I used the spare key to unlock the front door, when I walked into the house a heaviness hung over it. I went into my room and grabbed my backpack and car keys. Then went out into the garage and and got in my car.

I sat in the driver seat and finally checked my phone, there were more messages from people asking about Xavier. I sighed and just ignored them as I turned my phone onto do not disturb. I couldn't handle people asking about this I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to go to school.

I sat my phone in the glovebox, it was one of my parents rules for when my brother and I drove, and put the key in the ignition. With a turn of the key the engine turned over, I opened the garage door and pulled out of the house.

I made a detour to the wreck site, there was already a cross that read 'Xavier' on it, as if he was dead. I pulled over next to it and pulled it up out of the ground. "He's not dead," I mumbled to myself as I dropped the cross to the ground. I climbed into the car and let out a loud scream.

I couldn't go to school today, I wouldn't make it. Getting back on the road, I drove to the hospital. Leaving my phone in the car box, I exited the car, and calmly walked to my brother's room. The air was chilled, goose bumps began to cover my arms. I ignored it, because it was cold when we first got there last night, but I got used to it eventually.

I sat back down in the chair that I was in last night. Slowly I reached and grabbed ahold of his limp hand; there was a small squeeze, I ultimately assumed it was his muscles contracting naturally. I looked over at his heart monitor and watched as it had slow paces, and a few jumps in between.