Spark in the darkness (Inspired by Why Don't We)

Prologue - Last look of blue eyes

The clock striked six in the afternoon. I was on my way to the music school for my regular piano lesson, when my phone suddenly rang.

I saw my mum's number on the display. I started wondering what could she possibly need, because she never bothered me with anything unimportant. I really hoped that she was just going to say that I should cook today's dinner for me and Cay, because she got stuck in the traffic jam on the way to dad's office.

I answered the phone and heard dead silence on the other side of the phone. My heart started to beat faster in fear that something bad had happened. I said. "Mom. What's wrong?"

I heard her breathing abruptly on the other side of the phone. I raised my voice, scared to death because I knew that something bad must had happened. "Mom. What happened?" I asked.

She finally spoke up, her voice sounded like she was having a terrible cold, which she hadn't. That meant only one thing: she was crying. 

"Emma...Caleb was hit by a car."

The blood stiffened in me. My mind went blank and my head started to spin.

No. No, no, no. My beloved younger brother. The tears started pouring out of my eyes when I started asking frantically.

"What's wrong with him? Is he alright?" Stupid question. How could he even be alright, when someone stroke him down with a car?! How could that even happen? Cay was always careful when he was walking back home from school or training. This was a horrible nightmare, I wished I could wake up from it as soon as possible.

Mom's voice cracked. "He's in the hospital. Come here as soon as possible." Her words caught me off guard. I felt like I was falling and there was nothing I could hold on to. 

My legs undermined, I lost control over them. I didn't want to hear what she was about to say. I exclaimed like a little kid. "Mom, is he alive?" My voice started to shake.

I could practically picture my mum in front of my eyes when she whispered, broken.

"He's still breathing. Emma, he's not percieving. There is a low chance that he will survive it."

The phone dropped out of my hand when I fell to my knees, crying in desperation.

That was not possible. He was only fifteen years old! His whole life was ahead of him.

My heart froze when I realized that my little brother was fighting for his life and that he was about to lose it.

No! He can't die! He's strong. But not everything is about your mental strength. I was full of anger at the driver who hit him. I swear I'm never going to let him get away with it! I promised myself.

I forced myself to stand up. Once I was standing, I started to sprint out of the music school building.

Everything around me seemed to be slowing down. I was tearing along the people like a hurricane, not caring about their complaints even the slightest. Nothing mattered to me more than the young life of my dear brother.

Tears were running down my cheeks like a waterfall when I imagined Cay lying in the hospital, connected to the machines.

That it may be the last time that I see him.

No! everything in me screamed. He's not dead! YET. That word was scaring all in me.

I started to run even faster..

Few minutes later I hurtled through the hospital door.

When I got to the resuscitation department, I knew I was in the right place. My throat clenched in fear and desperation.