"Damn door" I thought as I caressed my finger. Opening the door into this crypt I shall be forced to call home, I accidently slammed my finger into the doorknob out of aggresion. "Stupid shiny doorknob door. Why couldn't you be a whore and stay open?" I muttered to myself. "Belleville,New Jersey, you are really getting to me. So much that I've come to the point of insane conversations with myself." I looked back to the end of the street and could just see the cab that dropped me off silently driving away into the light side of twilight. "Take me wih you" I pleaded miserably. I sighed and picked up my luggage. Passing the threshold, I wrestled with my bags across the living room, up the stairs, and into my "new-not-really-this-used-to-be-a-mini-gym" room. Throwing them aside, I catapulted onto my twin-sized bed facedown and cried.I pulled the blankets over my head and held my knees up to my shaking chest. I had no fear of being caught because there was no point. There was nobody else in the house.
Feeling tears streaming down my face I tried to remember what had happened this past week. It all seemed like such a blur. One moment I'm in the backseat of our car with my parents up front and with my 3 year old brother next to me and in the next I wake up in a white-washed room with a bunch of cables sticking out of me and with a throbbing pain in my head.
Then suddenly I'm greeted with a relieved sob and an loving embrace. "Oh God, Oh God! Thank God!" cried a familiar voice. As soon as I heard that voice that I've heard a million times before, I pushed my 22 year old sister off of me purely out of instinct. She didn't fight me but still kept her hands on mine. You know how when you see a relative that you hadn't seen in a long time you're filled with momentous joy and come up with the urge to small talk to know what they've been doing all this time that they hadn't contacted you in any way? Well, you're probably guessing that's what I did. So yeah, the first words I blurted out delicately like the lady I am, "What the fuck happened to you're face?"
Feely had saliva and make up stains all over her complexion and down her neck. Not to be rude but it was a disgusting sight to see on my beauty queen of a sister. "Oh,Frannie! You're okay!" she said as she hugged me again. This time I didn't stop her.
"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked. "What's going on?"
Surprisingly unsettling, she stared at me with sympathy with such sadness it almost brought tears to my eyes and said,"Fran, hey, why don't you take a nap..."
"Stop that! Just tell me what's going on! I have a right that you don't. Last time I checked I was the one strapped into this hospital bed...wait...hospital bed. Hospital Bed. Ugly crying sister. My skin is freezing cold...Either I'm turning into a vampire or I'm dying!"
"I missed that..your spontaneity...Fran, you were in a coma." my adorable Feely said bluntly. "...In a coma?...seriously...wait why? What happened?...I don't remember anything...What about mom and dad and Frankie? Are they okay?"
At this point Feely's melancholic smile,frank eyes, and silence were enough to break my heart in shards having the truth crashing into me. I started bawling my eyes out in fear of what I might learn.
A man ate a red light in rush to deliver his wife to the hospital who was giving birth and didn't see our mini cooper cruising in the road. Both cars were brutally smashed together. The man lost his soon-to-be son,his wife,and his will to live. He ended up taking his life as soon as he found out. I,on the other hand,survived. But my happiness was buried alongside my mother, father, and little darling Frankie.