How Did it Happen?

The Accident

Ever since that Friday I couldn't stop thinking of that man. It was like I've seen him before, but that couldn't be possible, could it? Maybe a family member or friend but I know he's not a usual visitor you see everyday.
When I came home from school I had Social Studies homework. I have to make a family tree with complete sentences and pictures. It made me feel so depressing. Just me and my mom, although it wasn't always like this we used to be a four person family. I looked through some old photo albums and found some pictures of my brother. He wasn't around anymore because, well he was killed by a man my mother wouldn't tell me about. She'd always say it wasn't important. To me it was, because that boy was killed at 13 years old which is too young of an age to pass. I try not to think about it, but it's hard. Once you lose a family member you care about its hard to know a person did that, especially if they had no motive.
As I was putting the albums away a yellow envelope fell out of a page from the book. I didn't know what it said but I wasn't sure if I should open it, but I did. It had three papers inside the first one had a name I've never heard before. "Herbert Blouse." I looked closely at the paper it read "Herbert Blouse arrested for murdering thirteen year old boy Michael Faerheart." A murder report? On my brother? The entire story and everything. This was the man that killed my brother. The other two papers described what the charges were, but also read that Herbert Blouse committed suicide. Even though I wanted to know who killed my brother, doesn't mean I'm glad to know that this person killed himself afterwards. Although I was happy but sad at the same time. Although I was both happy and sad. Happy because I know who killed my brother, and sad because I still don't have my brother. My brother was 3 years older then me, and the saddest part about this is that I barely have any memories of him.
As I thought about these emotions, I noticed there was one more thing in the envelope. Onthe back it said "Herbert Blouse." I assumed that it was a picture of the man who killed my brother. I would finally have all the information. The weight would be lifted from my shoulders.
In excitement I turned the paper around, and right there right then the man who murdered my brother was the man I saw in the store,the one that faded away. He killed my brother. In shock I went outside to get a breath of fresh air, but my head was spinning and I couldn't breathe because of all the confusion. I didn't even know where my house was. Without knowing I was on the street. I heard a car's horn honking, but I couldn't see where it was before I knew it I was in the hospital. I was hit by that car. It had pushed my ribs back almost breaking them. If someone wouldn't have pushed me off the road when the first car hit me I wouldn't have survived due to the fact there were more cars on the way. I thought that whoever did this was a kindhearted person. I wanted to know who. 10 minutes after I woke up the doctor came into my room to give me doe news. "The person that saved your life is visiting you tomorrow," he said "But there is bad news. " I looked at him my eyes in worry. "You need surgery which can help you or could not." He said. Slowly leaving the room the doctor wished me good luck. All I could think about was wow. So many things can happen in a few days. But why did it happen? How did it happen?