By LaShaniece Winfrey
I was standing in the middle of a corridor, in a hospital.
I was curious, but I stood there consumed by the silence, but soon feeling the fear overpowering my curiosity. Ashton lay at at the end of the hall in his hospital bed, his eyes too distant for him to be alive. His heart monitor making that dreadful sound. I was terror-stricken and couldn’t comprehend it all. I wanted so badly to stop looking, but I my eyes were frozen. I was helpless and stood there studying my dead brother. Fear swallowed me whole without letting me grasp that last breath of air. My heart's rhythmic beat had disappeared, my eyes stung with tears tip toeing on the rims of them, and shock seized my mind and body. I woke up screaming, not realizing it was just a dream, and I was at school. I felt everyone's eyes burning deep into me. I felt the heat flood my cheeks as I buried my face into my hoodie.
The last hour bell sounded.
As I walked into my home, relieved and thankful, I heard murmurs arising from the living room.
“Mom?” I called out anxiously.
There was no answer. The sound was just the TV.
“Mom?” I cry out as my voice cracks.
Time seemed to stay frozen and the silence engulfed me as I listened to the sound of the old Grandfather clock in the den going: tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
I got a call two hours later. It was my mom, and she asked me to get to the hospital as soon as possible.I ran to the garage and hauled my bike out, forgetting to close it.
As the hospital door materialized before me, I let my thoughts go. I dashed into the hospital confused and scared. I found my mom in the waiting room. The depression of such a place, sunk into her face. I nearly sprinted to her and held her tight in my arms. Just as I was about to ask what happened, I felt her tears traveling down my spine.
With terror taking control, my lips asked the question I’d been holding back, “Why are we here?”
“Evan, Ashton might not make it” my mom said with a hushed, disturbed voice.
Tears swelled in my eyes, and I fought them back as the words dawned on me. My baby brother might not make it out of this hospital alive.
”Did you hear about Britney's divorce?.” My moms friend said, trying to distract my mom from the situation at hand.
As the doctor walked in the room he called, “Ms.Carter”.
My mom looked as if she was preparing herself for the worst.
“Yes?” she asked as she emerged from our hug.
They talked while walking to what I assumed to be the bleak hospital room where my brother was lying, almost dead. I saw tears longing to fall from her gorgeous grey eyes and instantly knew something had gone wrong.
“The procedure will cost $24,000. Without the money we can’t do the procedure, without the procedure, I’m afraid Ashton will die” I overheard the doctor state.
We didn’t have that kind of money.
After a while I was finally able to go home. Walking into a completely quiet home was so unnatural, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I hurried to my room, swiftly shut the door, and walked to my bathroom to take a nice, long, steaming hot shower. I let the sizzling water rush over my body, while I surrendered to my thoughts. Weary and overwhelmed I climbed into bed and pulled the warm, cozy covers up to my chin. For the first time I let the tears I that I’d been pushing back spill out. I didn't realize how tired I was and my eyes closed without permission.
My annoying alarm clock began to sound. I awoke confused and in a daze. I instinctively slapped the OFF button. The blazing red numbers on the clock notified me that it was 5:30 in the morning. As the lightning flashed and the thunder began to beatbox, I decided to go to the hospital and wait for more news.
The doctors finally let me see Ashton, but as I was walking down the corridor they lights in the hospital went out. I stood there looking into my brothers room. His heart monitor began to make that deafening sound, and my nightmare suddenly became reality.