Ok. I know you guys are mad cuz u think I killed Cody...but just finish the story before jumping to conclusions! Gosh shakes haed Thank you Jason (The Silent Rumble) for help on my ending. I appreciated it!
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The monitor lines had stopped. Nothing was energizing them. So I may not be the brightest student, but I knew what that dead silence meant. It meant that my brother's heart had stopped beating. That deadly silence in the room sliced through my heart, and I felt like I was loosing my breath. I was chocking on my own shallow breaths. Tears forced themselves through my eyes, and this time I didn't force them down. They began pouring down my face in shameless speed. At that second, I couldn't breath. I could think. Nothing made sense. Every moment, everything that had ever happened to me, everything I had ever said or done was nonexistent. My life was like a wet painting in the rain. At first everything is so clear and visible. Then, as the rain grows harder and harder, the images begin to run together in a huge disgusting glob of color. And by then, it doesn't matter. And everything is so heaped together that nothing makes sense, or mattered at all.
I could hear footsteps approaching me, and I refused to look. Instead, I let my body drop to the ground and curl into a shivering worthless pit of nothing. The footsteps grew louder, though to me they were still faint.
"Zack?" said a voice. I looked up to see my mother. And I can tell you; I've never seen her in worse condition. You could see that she attempted to apply makeup, but had been crying and shaking the whole time. Her foundation was uneven and caked in nasty patches. Mascara and eyeliner had run on her cheeks from endless tears, and she only had eye shadow on one eye. My mother's hair was matted and tangled, and she wore a long t-shirt with jeans. I hated to see her like this. It had killed me for so long, but right now I could think of nothing but my brother.
Doctors were rushing in, not noticing me on the floor next to Cody's bed. I was filled with so much anguish, that I didn't care when a very pretty nurse tripped over me and fell to the ground. Instead of politely helping her, I drew my legs closer to myself and began rocking on the cold floor. Mom reached down and put her arms around me, shutting her eyes and whispering something to no one in particular.
"He's dead." I whispered. "He's gone." At those words, my mother stood up. She walked towards Cody's bed and stared intently at the small body lying there.
"Ma'am, the monitors show that his heart stopped five minutes ago. We can't save him. I'm sorry."
Mom ignored their voices and stared at Cody. Gently, like only a mother could, she placed a dainty hand on Cody's chest. She leaned down, and wiping away his blonde hair from his face, kissed his forehead. I stared at them, feeling my heart being torn from its place. I breathed deeply, and stood up from the ground to where Mom stood. But I remained behind her, because I knew that it would take her a few moments alone to realize her son was gone.
Mom took her hand off Cody's chest and placed it near his neck. She gently held a thumb there like we were instructed to do in health class. I don't know how she could bear to do that. To listen to his nonexistent heartbeat.
I cannot begin to explain the events that followed. It was all sort of…together. Only this time, it was in a happier runny painting with warm shades of orange and red. I'll never forget my mother's face as she turned to the doctors standing around waiting.
"You can't save him…" Anger began to build in her eyes, but I could sense something different. An emotion that hadn't existed in our household since Cody left. Happiness. "You can't save him, because he's not dead. My son is still alive." Mom straightened her back and looked at me. "Zack. Go, feel his pulse. It's there. Barely, but he's alive. No matter what these stupid machines say." She walked past the doctors who watched her, confused.
I approached my brother and touched the side of his neck gently with the side of my thumb. Sure enough, I could feel a very soft pulsing. So soft, it was almost not there. But it was. I could feel it. I shut my eyes, and let the pulsing blend with my own heartbeat.
My heart rushed in relief…and for the first time in a long time, I felt hope. Hope. It was such a wonderful feeling too. Like when you're standing outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you can spot a small ray of sunshine. Like when your teacher gives you a second chance on a test. Like when, well, you can literally feel the pulse of life from the brother you thought dead. I can tell you this; what I was feeling right then was probably the best
The doctors shooed us out of Cody's room, seeing that they would have something to do after all. I smiled once out of the room at Mom, who smiled back. We were sort of living in a dream. A dream of fantasy that made no sense, but you didn't want to wake up from it. And I could tell by how vivid the world was to me now, that this was no dream. My brother would be ok, and we would go home and return to our lives as it had always been. Everything would be all right.
I had forgotten something though. Or more likely to say, someone. I had forgotten about Tanya.
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Ok, are you guys happy know? Dang, I thought SOME people were going to murder me over the computer cough (Colin Creevy) cough LOL. Glad you trusted me now? I had debated actually letting him die, but that sort of defeated the idea of the entire story. THe only reason I debated it was because I was really in the mood to write a death drama scene, but I guess I'll save that for my other story. lol. Anyway, there is 1, maybe two chapters left. Then I will post a trailer for the sequal. Hope everyone has been enjoying this story! I've definatly enjoyed writing it!