Hero

I looked down in agonized relief as I realized he wasn't there. In that split second, I hear the weakest cough from the other side of the room. There he was. His body was so lifeless. His body was cold as ice and pale as the moon. But he was breathing. I crawled to his side and grabbed his hand. He wasn't awake. I cant tell you how badly I pleaded for him to be okay. I swooped his body into my arms. Holding his body close to mine with tears rushing down my face. Blood rushing to my face, I glare up to my mother. I just gave her the look of hatred. I did not understand hate until that second. She didn't even look at me. She turned and walked away. The second she reaches the door, all I hear is a laugh. She laughed at her torturing her own kids. She had no remorse. She had no mercy. Who in their right mind thinks inflicting pain on someone is funny? I look down at Derek in my arms. I swipe his hair out of his face and run my hand across is cheeks. I hope he knows imp here. And that imp so sorry. I pull his favorite Mickey mouse pillow next us on the floor. I lay his head gently onto it. I lay next to him and pull him closer to me. I tried over and over to talk to him, to get him to wake up. I believe I even screamed a little at him.

Second after second. Minute after minute. Just slowly passed by. We literally laid on the floor almost a hour before my father made it home. It forced me to realize how long I was out or how long Derek was hurting. My dad did not get off until seven on the dot every night, while school let us out at three pm. I must have been out for at least two hours. Meaning Derek has been unresponsive way too long. I started to panic. I screamed for my father over and over again. I finally heard his screams back yelling my name. I heard his footsteps trampling up the stairs. I heard him reaching my door way. Hearing my door creaking rushed me with hope. I kept pleading for him. He finally rushed into Derek's room.