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You take a moment to lose yourself in happiness, then all hell breaks loose. I was sleeping peacefully in bed with Luce then I get a phone call from my mum and she's in crying her bloody eyes out, her words attempting to come out but just sounding like wails. I heard the phone drop to the ground and my mum sobbing even louder than before. Dad comes in and I hear him say a few words and then her sobs get faint..Dad comes and attempts to speak to me. His voice breaks a couple times and he croaks out a couple words to me..I didn't understand it when he said it to me, but as soon as he repeated it to me..I, I just couldn't believe it.
Dad tells me that my older brother was found in his car on the side of a road a couple miles from town, his car crashed into a tree, and that he was covered in blood, with a couple broken bones and with three gunshot wounds. One to his forearm, to the chest and another that luckily grazed the side of his cheek. He was at the hospital in critical condition hanging unto his life by a thread. Dad telling me that they he had barely no chance of surving..It hurts so much when you can't even be at his side at that second, so as soon as Dad told me this, I was getting my shoes on and attempting to make my way to London. I should have told Lucy what I was going to do and where I was going, but I wasn't in the right state of mind. I was lucky that I was even able to properly function. So, like 8 or 9 hours later I'm in London, twitching like a junkie, all those damn downers not even working for me..It just made me even more anxious, I made it to the hospital and saw my brother..His face all swollen and bruised, all those tubes and wires in him ..and...I just lost it right there at his bed side..I cried for hours on end attempting to make myself believe that all this shite was a dream, but everytime I closed my eyes, I saw him there slowly fading away..
I spent 6 days by his bedside, holding his hand, waiting for a reaction; a twitch, a slightly hand squeeze, hell even a sneeze.. Then at around 6:13 am, I heard this painful moan escape from his lips, I looked up and saw his eyes squint open a bit and look down to me..It was the greatest moment of my entire life.. He made it...*bites lip* He made it.. So I don't know what to do now.. I want to find the fuckers who did this to him.. He didn't hurt a single bloody soul. I know everyone gets in trouble, but shite, that's just bloody insane.. I've been at the police station attempting to get all the information about the situation, but they're rather reluctant to tell me a bloody thing. Mum says that I shouldn't get myself all wrapped up in trying to find out what happened, and that I may just get myself in shite. I'm so sorry for not calling or saying a word to you Luce, but I just couldn't bring myself to speak to anyone for the longest and when I did talk to people it was a few words. I promise to make it up to you..