A/N: Hello! I know this first 'chapter' is pretty short...but bare with me! And I must apologize for not writing anything for my other stories on this site. I've been extremely busy with school *internally screams*
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story as we move along...if you stay till the end that is :)
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If God recorded every breath of every human and creature, he would be writing down the last few breaths of Emma Robertson. My sister was twelve when that truck rammed into our car. I was able to escape with a few broken bones and some glass lodged in my already broken body. Mom and dad…well, they didn't make it. It was a miracle Emma survived; considering the truck hit on her side of our small Ford.
She's been in a coma for five days sense it happened. They had to hook her up to one of those machines to help her breathe. As I sat next to her in my wheelchair, I toyed with the plug connecting her to that monstrous machine. I watched as her chest rose and fell as it forced more oxygen into her body.
I had a decision to make. As her older brother, did I really want her to suffer any longer? Granted she was alive and the doctors said there was the possibility that she would wake up…but was that a good enough reason to force this on her? We don't have parents anymore and she'll be forced to live with my girlfriend and I in a one bedroom apartment. That wasn't a life I wanted for her.
The plug would be easy to pull. Just one little tug and she'd be free to go with mom and dad. She'd be happier…wouldn't she?
She and I were close; closer than most siblings with such a large age gap. We were almost ten years apart. When the crash happened, my parents were picking me up at the airport. I was visiting home for Christmas after being away for so long. Emma was so happy to see me she nearly tackled me when she saw me.
But the arms that had held me in a hug were now cold and limp by her sides. Seeing this made me believe there was no hope of her ever waking up.
A tear slid down my cheek as I watched the heart monitor.
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
I tugged on the plug and kept watch over how the beeping got slightly faster with every pull. My breath hitched with every tug I made on her life. If I did do it, would she hate me? There's no way she would, right? She'd be happier with mom and dad than with me. I know I would want her to pull the plug if it were me in a coma and her sitting beside me.
But the thought of never hearing her sweet voice that reminded me of mom and never seeing her smile made me physically ill. I loved her with all my heart; how could I do such a thing to her? She's my sister for God sake! Taking her off life support would be murder!
I looked at her pale face, seeing how peaceful she seemed to be in her rest. It was almost like she was just asleep; dreaming of snow and Christmas cookies. But in all reality, she wasn't really asleep or dreaming. She was just in complete darkness. And believe me, I wanted to think that wasn't true. I truly wanted to believe that she was okay; that she was going to wake up.
I tugged on the plug once again, nearly pulling it out of the machine. I didn't make a move to plug it back in. I didn't look away from Emma's face.
With only one tug, her life would be over. Her soul would be free…
Beep…Beep…
Beep…
…Beep…
Well...yeah...*nervously laughs*
I hope you liked this...maybe...at least a little bit? Please tell me! I must know!
Until I write again,
-HungryCookieMonster