This story was given to me by one of my friends. I hope you guys like it. I'm gonna put up the original three chapters from her, then continue it.
Chapter 1
"Buckle up Beatrice." My mom reminds me from the driving seat. I smile up at her and lean back in my chair. Caleb shifts in the seat next to me, texting one of his friends. Probably Susan. My mom start the car while talking to my father. I look out the window, letting my mind wander. I can't get a joyful smile off my face.
"You did a good job today Sweetie." My dad says, twisting so he can look back at me. I thank him and think back to a few minutes ago. I just placed first in a dance competition. I love dancing! My dad smiles, and turns back to face front. I glance over to my brother to see him smirking down at his phone.
"You texting Susan?" I ask curiously. He glances up at me we an eye roll. "What, I'm curious."
"If you must know, yes I am." Now it's my turn to smirk at him. I knew he liked her. "Now mind your own business." He snorts. For such a nerdy guy, he's got a temper. I just keep my smile and turn back to my window. My mind is a fog of happiness, and I don't notice the terrible things that are about to happen. Suddenly my mom smashes the breaks, horn blaring. I look forward to see a swerving car right in front of us. I scream right as it collides with the front of out car. Caleb is quick to react, unbuckling his seat belt and flinging himself over me. I hear a shout of pain from him as he covers my body with his own.
I tremble, clutching onto his shirt. "Caleb." I say, my voice shaking. He grunts and slumps to the floor of the car. "Caleb!" I say more frantic. I unbuckle my seat belt and lean down next to him. I look at his back only to see it covered in blood and glass. He groans loudly. "Don't worry Caleb, I'll call for help. Mom!" I look up to see my mom leaning against the wheel. Fear pierces me and I shake her shoulder. No response. "Dad?" He doesn't move either. My eyes cloud with tears as I shove the car door open.
"Tris...I can't feel my legs." Caleb says in a terrified voice, his tone deadly quiet. "I can't feel my legs." He repeats in a whisper. The tears leek out now, running down my cheeks.
"Don't worry Caleb, you'll be fine." I pull him from the car, but when I set him down, her cries out in agony. I smooth his brow with a trembling hand. "Don't worry." My voice is cracked, my whole body still trembling.
"Call for help." He pushes his phone forwards me. I snatch it up and dial 911.
"911, what's your problem?" A lady on the line asks.
"Car wreck. My brothers hurt, I need help!" I say desperately.
"Don't worry ma'am. Where are you?"
"Highway 46" I reply. (I don't think it real, but I couldn't think of anything else.)
"Ok. A service unit will be there soon." She hangs up and I put Caleb's phone in my pocket. I turn back to him, looking him over. His eyes are wide, full of fear and panic.
"It's ok Caleb, someone's coming to help." I reassure him. I pull his head into my lap and smooth his hair. "Everything will be ok..." I hear siren in the distance and soon, I see the lights of two ambulances. My cheek dare covered in tears and I hold on to Caleb's hand tightly. His eyes are slowly shutting, and my panic grows. "Caleb, stay with me." Some men bring a stretcher over and roll him onto it. He lets out another cry, but then falls still. His chest still rises with his breath, which puts some of my worry to ease. Then it goes through the roof when I see my parents being put into an ambulance. From what I saw, they weren't moving.
A woman comes over to me and leads me to the car they out Caleb in. When they sit me down, she starts to clean some small cuts I got. I just watch Caleb and clutch onto his hand.
Time Skip...
Caleb stare up at the hospital ceiling sadly. I hold his hand, my expression also downcast. We just got the news that he is now paralyzed from the waist down. I squeeze his hand in a comforting gesture.
"Thank you Caleb." I say quietly. He turns his head to look at me, his lip twitching into a sad smile.
"No problem Bea." He replies. I return his sad smile. We still haven't heard anything about our parents yet, but I haven't left his side to find anything out. I can tell he's really upset about his situation. He was always sporty in high school, now he can't do any if that. I feel terrible! The door opens and a man, more specifically a doctor, walks in.
"Hello. I have some news about your parents." I look at him hopefully, but my hopes fall at his expression. It looks depressed and stressed. "I'm upset to say that...neither of them made it. Their wounds were too severe to be fixed. They both died in surgery." Caleb grips my hand tighter. The tears come back to my eyes as I hide my head in his shoulder. He pats my hair comfortingly. "I'll leave you two alone."
"They're dead." I cry. He stays silent, letting me cry for as long as the tears come. I eventually calm down, resorting to quiet sniffles.
"Everything will be ok Bea." He murmurs. He's being really brave for someone who's parents are dead and he is now disabled. He pats my hair again, saying something about going to sleep. I rest my head against the bed thing he's on, my mind growing fuzzy. I fall asleep, dreaming of cars and my parents.
One And A Half Years Later...
"Hey Caleb, how ya doing?!" I yell from our small kitchen. I walk to his bedroom and peek my head through the door. He lays on his bed, laptop on his lap.
"Fine." He says, but ends it with a cough. I sigh and walk over to him. I sit on the side of the bed, right next to him so I can see the screen.
"How's class?" Ever since the incident, Caleb has been taking college classes online. He sorta can't get out if bed so...this is what he came up with. The laptop took a few months of savings, but I think it was worth it.
"Great. I'm almost *cough* finished for the day." I smile, ruffling his hair. He may be my age, but I'm the one who looks after him. He's been sick for a long time, so I've had to do some...things to get some more money. The job at the nice animal shelter I have, barely pays for groceries, let alone medical supplies. That's the reason I took another job, as a spy...so to say. People pay me to figure out things about other people for them. Weird huh? I'd go to any extent to help my brother though...he saved my life.
I snap out of my thought and go to the small kitchen after throwing him another smile. We live in a small apartment that I bought with the money left from my parents. It makes me sad just to think about them. I shake my head and return to the roman noodles I'm making. I stir the noodles, pouring in the seasoning. I put it in two separate bowl and take one to Caleb. He's now just watching episodes of Drake and Josh on YouTube. I hand him his bowl of noodles.
"Thanks." He coughs. I sit on the other side of the bed and watch the show with him as I slurp my noodles. He eventually nods off, his head falling against the head board with a quiet thud. Putting my bowl aside, I move him so his head lays against his pillow.
"Night Caleb." I quietly exit the room. I go to my room and watch tv until I fall asleep as well. I don't have any dreams, so I count it as a good night.
