The Visit.

January 1st  2944

I woke up feeling miserable, my eyes wet with tears. I jolted out of my bed and ran downstairs, expecting to see my brother. When I didn’t, I realized everything had really happened; it wasn’t a dream after all. He was taken, and he was never coming back.

‘I guess bad things do happen to good people sometimes’I thought to myself. First my dad, and now my brother? I quickly pushed the thought away, feeling guilty. I wasn’t the one who died in a shooting or the one who got captured by a gang, so why was I complaining?

“Hey, what’s hanging Sky?” Brooklyn, my best friend walked into my house with no warning whatsoever.

“You know, it’s not polite to just invite yourself over…”

Brooklyn shrugged, “It’s not like I can contact you in advance anyway. You know what the schools taught us. About how people used to have phones and all that good stuff. We don’t have that anymore, we have nothing now. Anyway, since when have I been polite? “

I sighed, feeling bad about putting Brooklyn in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry, yesterday wasn’t such a good day for me. Don’t mean to rub off on you.”

“Why, are you okay?”

I stared at my feet, not able to look Brooklyn in the face when I said it. “The gang got Luke.” I said plainly, fighting the tears that threatened to return.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know what to day Skylar. You know I’m not good at these kinds of things. I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

“This is a bit awkward, I’m gonna go take a cig –“

“Brooke! I told you I don’t like it when you smoke around me. I don’t like it that you smoke at all. You’re only 14.”

“Almost 15, and I’ve told you I don’t like it when you tell me what to do.” She snarled back, and then took out a cigarette and started to walk away.

I let out a frustrated sigh. Brooklyn always got angry and upset whenever someone brought up her smoking and drug problems. I don’t think she understands were not trying to push her around and tell her what to do; we’re trying to help her.

“Brooklyn, I’m just trying to help you!” I yelled, and she stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned around looked at me in the eyes before saying, “Did you ever think I don’t want help?”

With that, Brooklyn walked out my door, and I was left there; not knowing what to do anymore.

The End

1 comment about this story Feed