I watch as he lay still on the bed. He looks paler then usual. He is struggling to breathe and his eyes remains unfocused to what is surrounding him. He looks very exhausted. This man doesn’t look like my older brother Angel. But he is. The man I basically grew up with is withering away and I cannot stop it. I am only nine years old and I feel sad for some reason. Almost like I feel the worst is going to happen. I am scared. I am scared. Suddenly my brother gets up and run towards the bathroom. I follow quickly behind him. The light in the bathroom blinds me for a moment until my sight refocuses on him. He is coughing up blood. He sees me and tries to remove me. It is to late, I see everything. As he pushes me out the door, he collapsed. I try to hold him but my little arms can’t hold up his weight. I scream for help. My mom comes. Thank god she is here, she will get him better in no time. She always does whenever he is this way. Somehow I glimpsed panic in my mother eyes for a moment before it disappears. My heart drops before I can ask, a familiar pair of arms grab me. I look up and it is my older sister Sadie. My mother tells her to take me away. But I fight and fight and fight. I am not strong enough. The door to my room is slammed closed and I am surrounded by darkness. I look over my twin Melanie; I can’t believe she is sleeping through all of this. Suddenly I hear a siren, red lights shine through my window. Doors are opening and closing. People are talking in hushed tones. I hurry to my bedroom door again but Sadie blocks me. I hit her and she still doesn’t move. I hear cars leaving and I rush to the window. The ambulance is a blur in the middle of the night. I didn’t get to see my brother. My hand stays on the window, wishing I could touch him. Growing impatient I stalk back to the door and Sadie continues to block it. I finally loss it. I scratch, bite, and punch her with all my might. She still doesn’t budge. Why can’t she let me go? I only want my brother. Then I sink down to my knees and cry my little heart out on the floor. As if sensing my pain, my twin Melanie wakes up. Soon I felt arms holding me and I passed out.

Melanie It was hard to sleep when my chest was hurting. I realized it was because of Elena. She needs me. I wake up immediately and jump off the bed to find her crying. She looks so fragile and tiny on the floor. My First instinct is to hold her. Elena seems oblivious while I hug her from behind. It doesn’t take long for her to pass out.

To be continued........