A shiver went down my spine. I was in the emergency room when I woke up. It's April 23. I remember the last time I was awake, was last thursday, and it's now Tuesday. That's bad. I don't remember the accident, except the car was coming at us 80 miles an hour. I wasn't driving, but my brother was. I sat up, and looked to my right. I saw my brother, still unconscious, hooked to a breathing machine. Another chill went down my spine. I tried to sit up. I couldn't.
"Uh oh," I thought, "this isn't good." I tried again. A sudden fear came down on me. I thought for a moment, then decided against it. It wasn't that bad of an accident. Was it? I felt a tear cross down on me. Knock. Knock. It was the nurse. I lay back in my bed. The nurse came in with a tray of tea.
"Oh, you're awake, good," she said, setting down the tea. I watched her pour the tea into a cup and hand it to me. Usually, I don't drink tea. But I took it anyway. I took a sip as the nurse straightened my brother's pillows.
"Keep drinking," the nurse said. She walked back towards me as a took a gulp. My eyes were on my brother, who hasn't moved once.
"Is he... alive?" I asked, fearfully. I kept staring at him as the nurse tried to adjust my pillows. The nurse looked over at him.
"Barely," she replied. My nightmare was true. I sat up again, wanting my parents. Wanting this to all be some kind of dream, a nightmare.
"Where are my parents?" I asked. I wanted my parents so bad.
"They're on their way," the nurse answered. She straightened my sheets.
"What is with her and straightning things?" I thought. I finished off my tea and gave the cup to the nurse. She took it.
"What's your name?" I asked, looking at the nurse with curiosity. The nurse looked up with a small, sad smile.
"Belinda," she answered.
"Belinda," I said, for the first time in a while, I smiled.
Okay, let's stop here. I think it's high time you knew a little bit about me. My name, well, I'm not exactly a fan of it myself. But, it's Audrey. I know, I know, laugh if you want. Ha , well my brother, Andrew, and I went to a concert, stayed out a little later and... to make a long story short, we got in a horrible accident.I'm 17, and my brother was, what, 19? Yeah, 19. Anyway, we were also good friends, and if he leaves us, I swear I'll die too. I mean it. Okay, Iet's get back to the story.
"Hello?" My mom and dad were here. My dad was carrying a package wrapped in light blue paper. My favorite color.
"Hi," I said, trying to get up.
Belinda got some chairs and set them up next to me.
"How are you?" My mom asked, taking my hand.
"Ok," I lied. I took another look at Andrew, and thought of my other friends.
"Where's Miranda and Alaine?" I asked. Miranda and Alaine were my best friends, and they were also twins.
*Sigh* We have to stop the story again cuz I gotta tell you more about Alaine and Miranda. Well, they are twins, Miranda is 2 days older than Alaine, but Alaine had the thick, long, brown, wavy hair like her mom and Miranda had straight blonde hair, kind of like her dad's. But they both have green eyes. A lot of people think Miranda and Alaine are exactly alike just because they're twins. But they're wrong. Miranda is the out-going type of girl. She loves sports, especially tennis, volleyball, and basketball. She's on the basketball and volleyball team. She likes to go on roller coasters, and her dream is to be an architect. Alaine, on the other hand, is the quiet, shy, type of girl. She loves to read, write, and draw. She also likes to act in school plays, and sing too. She doesn't like heights that much, and her dream job is to be either an author, or an artsist, or even an actress. Ok, I think you've got the picture.
"They're on their way," my dad said, also looking at Andrew. I looked back at my parents. They seemed to be happy, sad, and a bit angry. I don't blame them. Andrew and I stayed out later than we were supposed too, which is why they're angry, we got into a horrible accident that could've cost us our lives, or at least give us permanent damage to some part of our body, which is why they're sad, but we're not dead yet, and we kind of survived the accident, which is why they're happy. That's the confusing part.
"Everything will be okay," my mom said confidently.
Just then, the door opened and Miranda and Alaine, and then Lucas, Jason, and Dylan, Andrew's friends, walked in. Belinda went to get more chairs.
"Thanks," Alex said, he turned to me, "Are you alright?"
I smiled at him and nodded. Out of Andrew's friends, Dylan is definitly the cutest... and the sweetest. Dylan handed me a card. I laughed a little as I read it.
"Thank you," I said. Lucas, Dylan, and Jason walked over to Andrew's bed.
