ok. I know my other stories SUCK! but I hope this is better...hope SHATTER There they were. The huge truck and my sister’s innocent little car. The fire that burned endlessly seemed to have competitions-which one could burn the longest. The one from the truck and the car, or the one burning inside me. Me, being a mature 18 year old that is old enough to understand everything in life, never actually experienced a family member’s death. I didn’t bother calling an ambulance. I knew she was gonna die anyway. Or did I? Think about it. My sister’s fate depending on a single phone call. I wouldn’t have had to buy a black dress until many years later. I wouldn’t have had to light a candle for her at church and shed a tear every time I thought about her. I wouldn’t have had to sit there, staring into an empty room. Though there was a bed, her desk, her clothes everywhere, her uni work separated into countless sheets on the floor. Sure this felt like Amelia’s room, but It’s nothing without her. Sure. Amelia would’ve been in intensive care for a while, but at least she would still be alive! So, I was watching it happen. The truck rammed into the boot of the car and the driver door was a bit open. I watched her slide out of the car-tears of blood. And I watched her breathe Slowly… Deeply... Heaving… Weezing… After a while I heard a loud thud. It was her head. My sister had gone to heaven and I had stayed on Earth until my day… And now, as I stand behind the podium and talk to various family members balling their eyes out, I watch. I listen. And if I listen really hard, and believe with my whole heart that she’s there somehow, somewhere, I can hear her. Whether it’s screaming at rock concerts or sobbing at friend problems, I was there for my big sister. And I hope she thinks of me too [Any tips you have that could help me I would appreciate it!
