Prolouge
Caroline
Every time I closed my eyes, it was all I saw.
The blood.
The paramedics.
The red and blue lights.
Tears were salty coming down my cheeks. The mucus was warm, coming down my nose. My hair was all over in my face because of the wind.
The paramedics were with him. They trying to resurrect him, but he wouldn't come back to life.
I stood there watching it all. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on. I chewed on my finger, nervous as ever. Then terrible thoughts went through my head.
What if he wasn't going to make it? What if he had memory lost? How many bones had broke? Will he be mad at me?
I broke down on the road and started crying even more. This was my fault.
If I had gone to get him at the time I was supposed to, none of this was supposed to happen.
An officer came to me and helped me up to my feet.
"Is he okay? Will he survive? How is he?" I shouted questions at the officer.
He took a pause.
Why did he pause? What's going on? Is my brother okay?
"Caroline," he paused again before taking a deep breath. "Your brother didn't make it."
My whole world stopped. My whole world was dead. My little brother was my whole world, and he just died.
My whole world had died.
