Life Hurts but Heals

Chapter 3- Be Careful

Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a field picking flowers with Rue as Greg plays baseball with Logan. I pick a bouquet and give it to Dad, and he gives me his Chevy hat. Rue does the same to Mom, but instead of giving her a hat, she puts a flower in her hair and ties it to a strand of her hair to keep it in place.

But next thing I know, I'm holding a gun and pointing at my parents, pulling the trigger. The gun popped out of no where, and I didn't even pull the trigger! I get so mad and punch the ground, making my knuckles bleed, but I don't really care.

I look at my siblings, and they have terror in their eyes. Logan stares at me like I just ate someone alive. He picks Greg up on his back and gets Rue's hand. They run over the hill and disappear. I try to find them over the hill, but they're no where to be seen.

I cry out to them, "Greg! Logan! Rue! Where are you?!"

Then I wake up.

I'm sitting on my bed breathing really heavy. I run into the living room and see that Greg is awake, watching TV. I walk back to Logan's room and find that he's still asleep from working last night. (He works as a cab driver, and they really need one these days, so he gets paid a good amount.) I sigh in relief, knowing that, after all, I didn't murder my brothers.

I go back to my room, crying my eyes out. I try my best to blink and wipe them away, but they keep coming. I bury my face in my pillow and scream all of the anger and guilt from inside me. I get up and look at my pillow. It's soaked! I didn't think I could hold that much water in me.

To let the anger, I get my 10 knives and go outside to my target tree. I carved a target in this one tree I hate... long story for a different time that I don't need to think about right now. I get in my stance, stare at the bull's-eye of my target, and throw it. I wince, but I haven't thrown my knives in awhile. I hit a tiny to the left, but on the edge of the bull's-eye. You can do better than that, Jordyn! I yell at myself.

I throw the other one with a little more speed, I wince again, and hit a little closer to the middle of the center, but not quite. I throw the other one, very angry since I can't hit the direct middle like I'm supposed to, which makes my side hurt even more, and I know I can do it. I throw the other one and completely miss the target, and I loose it. I swing at around in circles, trying to make myself dizzy. But one knife slips out of my hand and goes I don't know where. When I turn to find where it went, of all places, it went into Greg's shoulder, barely missing his neck.

I cry out and run to him and say, "Are you okay?! Not again! Not again!"

"Jordyn, don't worry about me," he replies, "Just go get Logan to take me to the hospital."

I nod, pick him up and run him to the car and put him in the back left side. I, then, run back into the house.

"Logan, it's Greg! We have to take him to the hospital! I'll explain later. Just hurry!" I shout.

He runs out of the door behind me. I get in the passenger seat while Logan hurries to get behind the wheel. We hit the gas as fast as we can go without running over the speed limit. I turn back and look at Greg. I can see his chest going up and down, and he's laying his head down on the side of the car with his eyes closed. At least he's breathing, but it's very slow, and it worries me.

"Greg," I say gently, but my voice cracks after, "you'll be fine. I'm not leaving your side."

He looks at me and mouths, "I love you, and I'm okay."

I start crying and sobbing. He falls back to his original position with his eyes closed and skin so pale he could be a ghost.

"Greg. Greg! Speak to me!" I yell.

No response. I fall back in my seat and cover my face with my hands. Logan looks at me with his watering eyes. I look at him, then out the window.

God, please, let Greg make it through this. I've never felt so bad about anything I've ever done. Please just let my little brother come back to me. Please! That's the entire reason why I came back! For him! Please just let him stay! Stay with me, Greg! Please Jesus and God, let my little brother come back. Amen. I pray.

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When we finally get there, Logan picks Greg up and runs threw the automatic doors as I try to keep up with him while I wipe the tears from my eyes. I run to the nurses' desk and point at my brother, but she's not paying attention because she's on the phone.

"Hey lady, my little brother is dying, and you're not even paying attention! Get me a room now!" I exclaim.

She scowls and says with a fake smile, "Soon as possible."

I motion Logan to come as the nurse says, "Go to room 269 on floor two."

We run to the stairs because that stupid nurse wasted a lot of our time, but as we slip by, I look at her name tag. It says Julie. It seems like I've heard the name before. But what do I know?

We find 269 and set Greg on the bed as the doctors rush in. We stare at them as they do what they're supposed to do.

"Please leave. We'll tell you when you can back in." says one of the male doctors.

We nod and walk out the curtain.

Logan wraps his arm around my shoulders, "He's gonna be alright."

He plants a kiss on my cheek, and we walk back into the lobby.

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"Jordyn and Logan Samuels," says a female doctor.

Logan and I get up and follow the doctor. She doesn't make eye contact or speak on our way there, which usually means it's not good.

I see they hooked up a breathing treatment up to him and his breathing is very slow. Now I know how Greg felt when he stabbed my side. The exact same thing happened, but the knife went in his shoulder, not his side. Karma is a bitch. I'm sorry, Greg. I whisper

The next thing I hear is the long beep of his heart that tells his heart stopped.