by
Shawn
 y brother, Justin, had just gotten done reading. He slammed the door to go out to a damp day. Some boys were out on the street playing street hockey. Once they caught my brother's eye he froze like a statue. It was always my brother's dream to play street hockey. Of course he never got to play because he has some kind of disease, but we don't know what it is. My brother then dragged himself to the tan cement sidewalk and to the red and white plastic net. Justin was wearing a gray and white sweatshirt, and peacock blue jeans. His hair was brown and he never brushes it so it's a mess. He stood on the side of the net waiting for someone to ask him to play even though he can't play. He was standing there for about three minutes. I was watching all of this .out of my clear glass window. Writing everthing that happend down not wanting to miss a word. Then the next second I looked up and saw my brother fall to the ground holding his stomach, frantically rolling and disgustingly barfing. It's the disease, I thought. I Jumped up carelessly dropping everything. I dashed down the white carpeted stairs and out of the brown wooden door. "Help, help somebody help," I screamed as loud as I could. My neighbor Mrs. Kristen came rushing and she noticed what was happending. She ran in and got her phone in her little, wrinkled hand. She held the phone and dialed 911 at the same time. She was talking to the operator as my brother was suffering more. Then I looked over my shoulder and saw adn ambulance racing downthe dark, black road with it's red, white, and blue siren going off. My brother also heard the noice but didn't care because of the pain. I'm afraid, I thought, really afraid. What happens if he dies? This is a day I'll never forget. We all rode in the ambulance to get to the hospital. When we got there my mother and father went in and came out crying. I was sitting on the black chair with my head cradled in my hands. When I saw my parents coming out crying I jumped up and screamed "Is he Ok, is he going to live?" My parents did not speak. My father said I will talk to you in the car Shawn where your mother can't hear. When we got in the car my father whispered in my ear what had happend. He told me that my brother had died from the disease. The next day was my birthday. I began opening presents. The first one I opened was silky pajamas. The next one was wraped in comic paper. I knew it was from my brother because he always liked comics. He loved the comic called "Scene not Heard." He would always laugh. I remember his laugh so well! He would sound liek a chipmunk sometimes and other times he would snort while laughing. I tried not to rip the paper because I wanted to keep it forever in his memory. Hidden under the comic wrapping paper was a white box. I slid the top open. Inside was a picture frame that had flowers on it. Inside was a picture of me and him when we were little. Justin was putting his arm around me and I was sticking my tongue out at him. I remember that time, my grandmother had taken the picture. Since then I have kept the picture on my table. Always looking at it trying to remember every detail about my brother. Sometimes it is hard to think about him, but I do because I love him and I always will. |
