Chapter 1-- The EndA Chapter by BrooklynI am dying. I know it. She knows it. How easy it would be
just to close my eyes and let my body grow still. Not having to suffer the pain
anymore. Maybe there is a heaven. If there’s a hell, we’re in it. “Don’t leave me,” Lorelei whispers.
“You can’t leave me alone.” I can’t leave her alone in that
desert. I can’t. I open my lips to say that I won’t, but nothing comes out.
Instead a mouthful of sand finds its way in. I cough on it and she takes out
our remaining water. I try to tell her not to waste it on me. Why give water to
a dying girl? As soon as I close my eyes… “Drink, Brooke,” she orders. The
irony isn’t lost on me. A girl named Brooke dying in a desert. The Universe has
a whacky sense of humor. Her only shot of survival is
getting out of this desert. She can’t do that dragging her almost dead sister
who had been lying on the sand since she collapsed three days ago. Lorelei was
always the one with more endurance. Always was always will be. I open my mouth to tell her I’m
scared. I’m scared of what comes after I close my eyes. But I close it soon
after. I can’t tell her that. She is scared enough. Instead I take her hand and make my
voice as steady as I can. “Get out of the desert.” Tears slip down her face and
I wipe them away. “I’ll see you when it’s your time.” Then I let my eyes grow heavy until
my top eyelashes meet the bottoms. I see a dark tunnel with just a speck of
light at the end. I head towards it. “Help! Help!” My sister calls. But no one
is there. No one can be there. No one has been there. So I know that the voice
I hear is coming from the light not the world I am leaving behind. Finally the
white light fills my vision. The younger
sister" The shy
one" The one
with her nose always in a book" The uglier
one" The blonde
one" The one with nothing to show for
her life" © 2012 BrooklynReviews
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7 Reviews Added on August 13, 2012 Last Updated on August 13, 2012 AuthorBrooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
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