A Marauder's Love
Prologue
I was born in a simple town in Texas, just a few miles away from he Oklahoma State line. My life was going great, Daddy had just gotten promoted and Mom was due with two twin boys and day. I got called out of math class one day, though, and found that my whole life was gone.
Mom's water had broken and Dad rushed her over to the small clinic in a town just 45 minutes away. Apparently he had been hurrying too fast, they were sideswiped by an 18-wheeler. When the ambulance arrived my parents were proclaimed dead on the scene. Although, throughout all this darkness, a little bit of light shined on; they managed to save my brothers. By some crazy miracle, they weren't harmed.
I fell to the ground when my principal broke the new but strangely I wasn't crying, I was too surprised and shocked to talk or do anything. I started to think of my brothers, laying in their little incubators with no names, waiting for me to hold them. I stood up immediately and demanded that I be taken to the hospital. Mrs. Carlson drove me to the St. John Memorial Hospital in Laketown. When we arrived I jumped out of Mrs. Carlson's Buick and sprinted into the hospital. I stood on my tiptoes to rind the service bell.
"Yes?" a kind voiced woman looked down over the edge at me.
"My brothers! I need to see my brothers," I finally managed to say, my eyes starting to fill with tears and pretty soon I had the whole lobby's attention. Mrs. Carlson finally had entered and panted the situation to the nurse lady.
"They were such lovely people," The lady had bent down to pat my wet cheek.
"I want to see my brothers!" I screamed. (I know it was harsh, but my parents had just died!) So then I whispered, "I just want to see my brothers, and give them names and hold them, please."
"Room four twenty-two," the nurse said sympathetically, "on the fourth floor, honey."
Mrs. Carlson then picked me up and carried me over to an old elevator. She pressed a button and held me close as the elevator made its way up. A faint 'ding' sounded and the doors slid back slowly. The walls of the maternity ward were painted in bright colors and the smell of baby powder and cleaners was overwhelming. We passed a large room filled with screaming newborns, several proud fathers and family members gazed at their babies. This made my eyes water again, Daddy would've been holding me as we pressed our noses against the window, cooing at my brothers right now. Mrs. Carlson turned a corner and stopped at a large wooden door with the numbers 422 glued to it. She set me down on the blue and pink tiled floor. I reached up and turned the golden knob.
A doctor still dressed in a blue scrubs outfit was bent over one of the little incubators. I walked over to him and pulled on his pants leg gently. He withdrew from the warm lights and laid a silver stethoscope on a neatly made bed.
"You must be the big sister of two new baby boys," he said nicely with a small smile. He lifted me up and I peered over the edge to see a red face peeking at me from a baby blue blanket. I reached down and held out my index finger. His tiny had grabbed it, his blue eyes sparkling.
"They need to be named," the doctor reminded me as I looked at my other brother. He had the same little red face, but his eyes were a light green, like mine.
"Liam," I whispered, "and Lane."
A nurse had stepped in while I was meeting my brothers. She lifted Lane out of the incubator and pressed hit tiny foot into some ink and then on his birth certificate. She then gently laid him down and did the same with Liam. Both the doctor and the nurse wiped the black ink off their foot.
"Their full names, sweetie?" the nurse was holding a clipboard and pen.
"Liam John Stevenson," I pointed to my brother on the far side, "and Lane Hugh Stevenson."
"Her parents names?" I heard the nurse whisper quietly to Mrs. Carlson.
"John Stevenson and Carla Stevenson," I said, tears rolling form my eyes, I still remember tasting the saltiness in the corner of my mouth.
And that's the begining! please R&R!