A screaming noise came from my phone which made me jump a little. Yeah, defiantly not my band's best song, but I did have an amazing drum solo in it. I flip it open and place it to my ear.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Rodrick, honey," my mom says, "Can you make sure the door is unlocked so we can get in when we make it home. I am afraid we are a little lost after your father refused to pay the toll and took a detour."

"We are not lost!" I hear my dad scream in the background. "I know exactly where we are."

"Face it, we are lost," my pesky, little brother/victim, Greg, said.

"Sure, whatever," I try to sound annoyed and uncaring but really I just hope for them to come home safely.

"Thanks sweetie. Love you," my mom ignores my tone of voice.

"Yeah," I hang up and remove myself from the couch. I go to the front door to unlock the door and with a click, the task is done.

I walk downstairs, carefully avoiding the mess that I call a bedroom. I notice my drawer was open. I peek inside to see all of my things out of place. "Greg!" I yell out loud to just me. 'Dang' I think 'He's going to pay for this when he gets home!' He was always in my stuff, never respecting my personal space. He was lucky he was with Mom and Dad right now, visiting Grandpa Heffley. Manny had decided he would rather hang with Grandma so he threw a temper tantrum and as always, got his way.

Me? Well I don't care much for family time so I did the honorable thing of pretending to be sick. Oh don't give me that look. At least I didn't call my mom some nasty name or swear at her.

I fall back onto my bed and grab a magazine with some hot chicks. Yeah, I enjoy this very much.

Time passes and soon the house phone is ringing. I growl and answer it.

"What?" I once again ask.

"Rodrick, honey?" The voice seemed worried.

"Who is this?" I push myself up on my elbows.

"It's grandma. I just received a call from the police. Your parents…and Greg…Oh, God…"

I push myself up all the way to standing. "What happened?" I was scared now.

"Their car skidded on the ice…and into a tree." I nearly dropped the phone. She began crying badly. "I need you to go to the hospital. I have Manny so I'll find someone to watch him for me." I run up the stairs holding back my own tears.

"Okay, I am on my way." I hang up the phone and hop into my band's van. I drive for a few minutes before pulling up to the hospital. I park the van and run into the emergency room doors.

"What's your name, sweetie?" An old lady questions me at the front desk.

"Heffley…Rodrick Heffley." I mutter out. "My family was in a car crash. I need to know what has happened, please."

"How old are you?" She asks.

"Seventeen," I manage to speak.

"I'm sorry but I can only give this information to someone over the age of eighteen."

"Please, you have to." I beg. "I was home and my grandmother called me and told me what had happened. They are my parents and little brother. I just need an answer." Tears finally flow down my cheeks, silently as the women hands me a tissue.

"Well I am sorry to say but Frank Heffley was pronounced dead at the scene and Susan and Greg Heffley are both in surgery at the moment." She reads from the computer. "I'll have someone report to you if anything happens." I can only nod and move over to one of the chairs in the waiting room.

Years seem to pass before anyone approaches me. My tears have long since dried with salty tracks left down my face.

"Are you Rodrick Heffley?" The doctor asks me.

"Yeah." I answer back hoarsely and stand up to shake his hand.

"I am sorry. We tried and did everything we could to save her but, it we couldn't." My mom and dad were both dead, just gone. The people who had loved me and cared about me my entire life just simple had vanished.

"What about Greg?"

"He's is a very critical condition, I'm afraid. He had severe internal bleeding and a long gash on his left arm along with bruises and other smaller cuts. He has lost too much blood. The best hope we have for him is that the gash does not become infected. If it does, well…we shall see what we can do."

I fall back into my chair in shock. Almost my entire family was gone. "Can I see him?" I whisper.

"He was just moved into a room. Let me take you there." He gestures to door. I push myself up shakily and fallow behind him. "He's in there." He points to a room up ahead. "If you'll excuse me, I am needed. I am sorry for your lose."

He walks away and I try to prepare myself for what I am about to see. But no one could have expected this.

Greg lies still, almost too still for my liking. His chest rises up and down only a hair. A bandage is wrapped securely around his left arm with an IV tube in his hand. I move forward slowly and grab his hand. Gently so I do not hurt him further.

"Hey, Greg," I try to hide my tears but they fall anyway. "It's me, Rodrick. You know…your brother." I sit on the edge of the bed with his hand still in mine. A pained look comes over his face. The stupid monitor that has those weird lines that spike like a mohawk with weird beeping noises suddenly beeps a little faster and the spikes appear more.

"No, no…Shhhh…" I take my free hand and place it to Greg's face, smoothing out the lines of pain. "It's okay. I've got you now. No one is going to hurt you." The beeping slows down and my heart returns to normal. I want to lie down next to him but I know that isn't allowed.

Instead I stand up and grab a chair from behind me. I pull it up to Greg's bedside and retake his hand. My head falls to the bed staring at my brother's face before I fall asleep.


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