1000 Words

Samantha 15

I run, hoping, praying that Mums alright. Up the driveway, into the house. I sprint, not realising there's a figure laying down in front of the stairs. I almost trip over it before stopping. It was Mum. I kneel down at her.
She's coughing and choking. Pale as anything, hair rustled and sweaty all over.
Darcy comes running in. "Sam! What the hell are you thinking!?"
I don't respond. And he bends over next to me. "Oh my god." He drops next to my side. "Is she OK?"
"I don't know."
She looks up, stops coughing. "What was that?" She sounds weak.
"I don't know." Says Darcy.
"I'm going to call the ambulance." Darcy grabs hold of my arm.
"Wait, Sam."
"What? We have to call now! Mum could be really sick."
"Sam. If we tell them we saw a twin of me then they will think we are crazy." He looks at Mum. "Don't tell them that. Just say you were chocking, or whatever. You wouldn't understand."
"Chocking is the closest thing to describing it." Interrupts Mum.
"But what if Mum has something else, and they don't look for it."
"They will. They will make sure shes alright, they will stumble across something."
I look at Mum. She looks confused as hell. I notice Darcy hasn't let go of my arm.
"Fine." I give in and he lets go.
I run to the kitchen and dial the numbers. The phone rings. A females voice answers and I tell her all the information she needs to know. Including that she was choking.
Once she has hung up I walk over to the stairs to join them both. Tears start to invade my eyesight. I try to force them back, but they come out too easily. Darcy looks at me, stands up and hugs me. He is taller so he rests his chin on my head, giving me occasional kisses now and then. It has an effect, but not a great enough one to stop the tears.
"What is happening?" I mumble, I assume he heard me because he speaks. Not quite answering my direct question though.
"It's going to be OK."
We stand there in each other's arms, giving Mum a quick glance now and then to make sure she is alright. Soon the ambulance arrives and interrupts the silence. They pick her up on the stretcher and carry Mum into the van. I follow quickly behind them along with Darcy. I'm just about to climb in when they stop me.
"I'm sorry, but we can't allow anyone in the vehicle right now.
I look at Darcy, and pause for a second.
"We will be behind you." I smile a small miserable, worried smirk. I stand there, and they drive off. I run straight inside to get the car keys and once the door unlocks I jump in straight away to start the ignition, with Darcy next to me in the passenger seat. I drive, just over the speed limit. Hoping and to catch the ambulance, but I know that's not going to happen.
"What are you thinking about?" Darcy tries to break the silence.
"Nothing."
"I bet my life on the fact that your thinking of something."
"Fine. What about you?"
"I asked first," he competes.
"Well, where Dad is at the moment, what's wrong with Mum and what the hell was that monster thing."
"See, I told you, you were thinking of something."
"And what might you be thinking?" As I drive around a corner.
"I'm trying to figure out an explanation for all these strange occurrences."
I nod, knowing what he means. "So what have you come up with so far?" I question.
"Well, for starters, all of this happened after we saw that..."
"Saw what?" He seems to have lost his words.
"Let's just call it the cube. You know, the blue floating thing we saw last night."
"Yeah, I know what it is." He didn't have to explain it, it wasn't that hard to remember nor that long ago.
"And what was that thing? It looked like-" he stops talking almost instantly.
"What? It looked like what?" I stare at him, boring holes into his side as I stop at the end of the street waiting for the red light to turn green.
He turns to face me, a confused yet surprised face reveals.
"I think that whatever it is wants the cube." The colour changes and I turn my head back to face the road, pushing my foot on the accelerator harder than I should have.
We stay silent for the rest of the trip. He has a point.