Is it Really too late?
By: Spiritofdawolf
Summary: A glimpse at a future scene in "Return of Dr. Frankenstein." This is a one-shot poem told in the perspectives of Simon, Theodore, Dave and the Chipettes. Each paragraph is a different character. Can you pick out who is saying what and tell me what you think. :)
Note: I wrote this a couple days ago in my Language arts class. Just thought I'd share it with you guys and see what you think. And not to worry. I WILL update "Return of Dr. Frankenstein." Hopefully this weekend if not the next.
Here it is. :)
Is it really too late?
I tried my best. I did what I could. Is it really too late to save my little brother? I look at the monitor refusing to believe. The piercing screech of the flatline invades my ears. In my eyes I hold plenty of tears. I want to be strong so I hold them all in. Wishing and hoping that he's not really dead.
I see my boyfriend trying hard not to despair. I know that he needs the warmth of a friend. I go over and hug him and try to console, but once I did so, the tears, they did flow. I tell him he did everything in his power to save his brother, but I, myself, am filled with his dread.
I see my big brother in his love's embrace. I see my other brother unmoving in bed. As I watch with tears in my eyes, my girlfriend herself tries not to cry. Determined, she tries to bring my brother back and I collapse in despair when I realize it isn't meant to be. My dad catches me from behind. I cling to him tightly and the tears leave my eyes.
I tried my best to save his life. I thought for sure my determination would help me pull through. I try countless times as my boyfriend watches, until I discovered that I couldn't succeed. I hate to be the bearer of such bad news. But he is gone and now we all knew. I comfort my boyfriend and hold him real tight. I'm sorry to say I've given up the fight.
I just can't believe what I am seeing. My boyfriend dead with no chance of returning. I touch his face and hold him gently. I cry to the others that it can't be too late. His brother, himself, had said that it's so. So, why give up now at so harsh a blow? Well, I'm not giving up on him so easily. He's still alive in my eyes and will live on through the years.
I know not how this happened to my son. Little do I care what happened at all. All I know is that I wanted him safe and despite any harsh acts, I love him to death. Why did this happen to my little boy? He didn't deserve what happened to him. I can not believe that he is now gone. Never to be seen again. Never to be found.
I tried my best. I did what I could.
Is it really too late? I wanna know.
