Chapter 2-- Or NotA Chapter by BrooklynI wake up in a completely white room, hearing the beeps of
machines. This is not what I expected heaven to look like. All this time I’ve
been thinking streets of gold yahda yahda. It takes me
a while to realize that it isn’t heaven. Heaven couldn’t possibly be this
annoying with all the boring beeps. That only leaves one possibility: I’m
alive. When most people realize they’re alive they are grateful for the second
chance and swear to be a better person. Did I do that? No. I freaked out. “Lorelei!”
I call, realizing that she isn’t in the room with me. I attempt to sit up and
instantly wish I hadn’t. I turn and vomit over the side of the bed. I’m
panicking now, wondering where my older sister could possibly be. She’s the
only family I have now since the rest of my family mysteriously disappeared. Before the
apocalypse, I had no shortage of family. There were my parents, my brother and
his wife with their three kids, my oldest sister with her husband and child,
and Lorelei. Now It’s just me and Lor, the only ones to survive what must be
the age restriction. We lived at
home for a while, walking to town whenever we needed supplies. From what we can
tell the only people that didn’t suddenly disappear are the ages ten through
twenty. Food ran out quickly and soon we were forced to leave the town.
Unfortunately instead of the next town, we found desert. We didn’t even live
near a desert. We lived in Massachusetts. Not knowing
what else to do, we wandered into it. Things were bad. All we had was a little
bit of water that we carried into the desert with us. But a while later that
supply was running perilously low. Even through that we had each
other. Now Lorelei is gone and we have
finally been separated. “Lor!” I call. Nothing. It’s obvious that I can search for
her. I can’t even sit up. So I lay there, feeling helpless and like it was that
first week of being parentless all over again. Eventually someone opens the door.
It looks like a doctor. A young one, but still a doctor. That’s when I realize
that I’m in a hospital. She smiles when she sees me and calls out to someone
outside the room. Lor walks in and runs to me. My
older sister, who I have never seen really cry, bawls into my shoulder as she
hugs me. Eventually she pulls away and wipes the tears. Then her face flushes
with anger. “I told you that you couldn’t leave me!” She screams and the tears
start again, this time of rage. “You closed your eyes, knowing that that was
all it took! How could you just leave me?!” “It was your only shot,” I say
quietly. She deflates like a balloon. All
the fight is drained out of her and she sits on the hospital bed. “I hate when
you’re reasonable.” She mumbles. Then she turns to me with new zeal. “promise
me that you will never do anything like that again.” “Try to be reasonable?” I ask,
faking confusion. She punches me lightly on the arm.
“No, you idiot.” She says a smile stretching across her face. It fades
suddenly. “Try to…die.” She whispers her voice catching. “I won’t even consider it,” I say
holding out my pinky for the most unbreakable contract. A pinky-promise. She looks down at the floor and
back up quickly. “Is that…?” She points to my throw up on the ground and stands
up, walking to the other side of the bed that’s puke-free. “I should not have tried to stand
yet.” I say, telling her that, yeah, it is. She pulls a disgusted face and I
can’t help but to laugh. She starts to laugh to and the tension is officially
broken. The doctor, who had been letting us have our private family moment all
this time, walks back in. “She needs to rest.” She says to Lorelei, officially dismissing
her. © 2012 BrooklynReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 14, 2012 Last Updated on August 14, 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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