I paced back and forth outside the emergency room. It has been 2 hours since they wheeled him in. My stomach churned with anxiety as I let out a muffled sob. It has been awhile since I've felt this torn apart. Tears slipped out of the corners of my eyes and I bit my lips in an attempt to get a hold of myself. Clenching my fits together, I stared angrily at the floor.
The frustration hit me like a truck and all of a suddenly I wanted hit something. I felt waves of sadness, laced with anger and anxiety rolling off me. I couldn't keep those emotions in anymore. Without restraint, tears started to flood my eyes, blurring out this hateful world.
I couldn't do anything. I'm useless. I was unable to stop the car, unable to warn him. I tried to scream, but my voice just couldn't get past my throat. He didn't realise how much danger he was in. I did. He was oblivious. I wasn't. And all I could do is to watch death take him away from me.
The car made contact. His body flew, landed. Motionless on the ground. Dark red pooled below him as his fingers twitched uncontrollably. A scream finally pierced the silence. It was me. I ran to his side and frantically tried to get a hand on his consciousness. Please, please do.
People shouted at me to move aside and I was forced to do so. Some looked at me with pityful eyes and shook their heads. Some patted my shoulder. I didn't even realize the paramedics arrived until the wailing sirens deafened my ears. I just stared infront of me.
In that moment, all I saw was the black cloaked figure levitating over his body. I made contact with its blood red eyes, and saw its lips turn up in glee. Anger ran through my veins, clenching my teeth together, I stared back with rage.
It smirked and left, as if challenging me to take revenge. I focused my attention once again on him but that creature weighed heavily on my mind. It was all clear now.
That monster killed my brother.
