Jerking awake, I turned the alarm off and slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I grabbed my hairbrush and solemnly pulled it through my brownish, reddish locks, and then slumped into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Minutes later, after I'd finished my cereal, I pulled on the dress. It was knee-length and black and had white keys all over. I grabbed my butterfly hair clip, and found my little sister, Dee, in the bathroom.
Turning to the mirror, I gathered my hair in front of my left shoulder and pinned it in place behind my ear, close to the nape of my neck with the large clip.
"You should save it for the funeral. With your luck, you'll either lose it or break it."
I scoffed. "Will not. But thanks."
Dee smiled sadly.
I quickly made my lunch and hurried to my room. The digital clock read 7:09. Six more minutes. I stuffed the lunchbox into my bag and knocked Dee's door. "Five minutes! Get your shoes on, okay?"
"'Kay!"
I shoved my narrow feet into a pair of pink socks and my all-black Converse low tops. My sister was waiting for me near the front door next to the antique desk.
"Bye, Mama! Bye Dad!"
"Wait! I'll drive you," Mama called from the depths of her bedroom.
"Really?" My sister.
"Thanks! We'll just go read for a few minutes?" She didn't reply.
Ten minutes later, I knocked on Dee's door. Dad was pulling his jeans and on.
"Where's Mama?" Dee asked quietly, making me jump.
"She passed out. So I'm driving you."
"Thank you." Dee and I whispered at the same time.
Dad nodded towards the door. "Let's go." Dee pulled the door open, and I brushed past her. Normally we'd race to see who would get to the car first and get the side they wanted. But we didn't. I got to the car and didn't complain.
I gazed, sadly, at the apartment stairs, waiting for him to appear between them. Moments later, he did. The car beeped and I slid inside drivers side backseat of the silver Honda Accord.
Moments later, we were pulling out of the long, thick driveway, and the apartments were soon behind us.
Then he sneezed. Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't sneezed. Would Dee still be alive? Would Dad? Would I be paralyzed, from the waist down, stuck with a mom who's quickly deteriorating? The truth is, I don't know. No one does.
All I can remember of those few months that followed that fateful, painful, horrible, bloody day, was lying on my side, oblivious to the noise, the thick blood that was slowly pooling around me, and the pain that I now know I should've felt, was my butterfly clip. It lay a few feet in front of my face, staring up into the overcast Oregon sky, as paralyzed and oblivious as I.
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