Remember Me

Though I have to say good bye

Hello my name is Nathan. I'm ten years old. I have black hair that fades to blue,blue eyes and asthma. Now before I a start I'm gonna say one thing, I don't want your pity nor your 'oh I'm so sorry' pity statements all I need is a willing and listening ear.

I have a twin brother,Timmy and an sister,Kiara who is older by two years but she died when I was six when my mom took Timmy for a his doctors appointment and left Kiara and I in the care of our neighbours but I wanted to visit a friend so I snuck out and on my way coming back I saw Kiara across the street yelling out my name and I called out to her. She ran over scolding me as we were going back home when suddenly Kiara pushed me down after hearing a loud horn. When I looked up I saw my sister on the ground,thick tire lines over her chest and arms,her torso covered in blood. I yelled for help tears streaming down my face attracting the attention of passing adults but none of them stoped to help all but one man and a lady went by. The man carried my sister and the lady me to the man's car my sister and I in the back seat, her bloody head on my lap with me constantly feeling for her heart beat. It was there,faint but there I was happy all the while I was answering questions like my name and age. My sister still had a chance at life but I guess I spoke too soon cuz just as we got to the hospital her pulse was non-existent, her breath ragged and laboured. Nurses poured out,one with an air mask,and took my sister away, I raced after them but I was stopped at the doors of ER the tears faĺing freely as I heard them trying to revive my only sister that had always been there for me. I remember in school when the bullies would pick on me and she'd stand up for me, when everyone was against me she stood beside me. I thought about all the times she helped me, when I was sick and she'd comforted me it brought a smile to my face but it was wiped of as I heard the machine increase from a steady beat to a more hastened one
beep...beep...beep...beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beeeeeee....
And I knew it was over. My sister was gone I knew I would never see her again. I turned to the man for the first time and noticed something. The guy looked like me just that his eyes were purple. The woman on the other hand had a gentle face with brown hair and eyes. I smilled up at them,said my thank you to them,gave them my mum's number and walked away but I didn't go too far so I heard in a deep but gentle voice saying "Mrs Drixon?...Yes........You're required at the hospital.....It's about Kiara......Just for something personal......Dragon Days private hospital....yes that one....yes...he walked out a few minutes ago....don't worry besides he's just like his father". Hearing all this just made me walk faster I didn't wanna face my mom right back then.

And I've been on the streets since then. For four years now I've been seeing posters of:

You see that jacket? It was my sisters the only thing I have left of her. My sister. The ball of energy in my life is gone the only one with grandma's brown eyes