I rushed over to where Lilia's bloody body was laying. I didn't care what cars blew their horns at me. Lilia was all I had. But shes dead. Shes gone. Shes fucking gone. I lay my head on her stomach and start crying. I slowly pick her up, my arms and legs shaking. I call the ambulance. Minutes go by as time ticks away. Red and blue sirens fill the road. I carry the body over to where a man was standing. He gently puts her in the back, allowing me to stay with her. As we enter the hospital room, I turn the tv on to the channel that Lilia watched. I hold her pale, soft hand while I watch the tv. I see her small eyes open with fear. Mine fill with tears.
"T-t-t-Tim?" She stammers. I nod my head. "A-am I ok?" She asks.
"I, I don't know..." I reply, my voice shaking. The nurse walks in.
"Would you like some food?" She asks my sister. She softly nods her head. I grab a wet tissue and wipe some of the blood off of Lilia's forehead. She smiles. The nurse later walks in with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. I help Lilia sit up so she can eat.
"Want me to cool it down?" I ask softly. She nods. I get some of the noodles and blow gently. She takes the fork and chews.
"Sing something, Tim. I love when you sing!" She beams.
"Its been a long day, without you my friend," I start.
"And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again." She continues.
"We've come a long way, without you my friend," I sing alone.
"And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again." We sing together. She smiles. I rub her forehead as she slowly drifts off to sleep.
BINABASA MO ANG
We Sing Together
RandomThe day of May 15th was the most horrible memory for 12 year old Timothy. His twin sister, Lilia, got hit by a car. Lilia was all he had after his parents died in a terrorist attack.
