Don't leave me alone

The Story of Death (pt.2)

Bro's pov-

"Two kids born on the same day. Twins is what many call them. One boy and one girl. Named Jade and John. Those two were inseparable. They should have been joined at the hip. They did everything together. Growing up it was if the two shared a brain. They both had the same friends, which didn't bother the two. They didn't have to share the attention of their friends. They didn't have to share many things but they did. But enough about that, let's move things along to the more important parts of the story. The Twins, almost 18 at this point were spending a rather calm day at home with their friends when their dad burst through the door saying the family dog had gotten out and ran away. Jade, being the animal lover and the dogs best friend, went out to search for the dog. In a couple of minutes the calm sunny day turned into a dark gloomy one full of rain clouds, thunder and lightning. After a couple of hours Jade hadn't came back so John went to search for her." I looked over at John. He was staring at me with deep intent. "Well, what happened next?" I continued. "John ran out into the night. He was determined to find Jade. It didn't take long to find her. But the way he found her was not the way he had wanted. The body of his sister was laying on the cold wet pavement covered in blood and tire marks. She was not moving, she wasn't breathing, she wasn't doing anything. The young boy held her body to his chest and cried. After sometime, one of the boy's friends came out to find him. This friends name is Dave. Dave had ran to John. But he was too late. A truck had hit John. Luckily for the boy he did not die. But something was not right. The boy was asleep. For two months." I held up two fingers and showed them to John. He held up two fingers as well. "Two months." He whispered. I nodded. "Yes, two months. John was moved from the hospital after two months to a housing facility that is know as the Crocker cell. But he still didn't wake up. In two weeks the boy woke up with no memory of anyone. Not of his friends or his family. He didn't even remember his own name. He also couldn't remember the girl that he had grown up with. The girl that died the night he went to sleep. The girl in the picture." I took a picture of Jade and John that I had been keeping since Jade's funeral. I handed it to John. He took it from me and looked up at me. "This story was about you John. This is your story."