My Brother - Chapter 1: In my eyes

      My Brother - Chapter 1: In my Eyes


          When I get up from the dirt, the first thing I notice is the smell, like an open field of oil, the next, I can see the flames, I try to get up but when I put pressure against my arm, a deep stabbing pain, as if someone took a hot needle and jabbed it into my arm, I take a look and I see an open gash, 3 inches deep, about as wide as my Index, Middle, and Ring fingers combined, I look away disgusted, and even more at what I see next, both Mother, and Father under the car, with Nick as clean as if he'd just taken a shower, pulling on the car, trying to get it off our parents. I call out to him with a disgruntled scream that sounded nothing like my own. He turns to look and sees me, I look into his eyes and see he's crying, and I think "Is he crying for Mother and Father, what for? We can still help them!" I force myself up and rush to help him pull the car off their bodies. Immediately I can see why he's crying. Their chests, under the weight of the car, and crushed flat, like little tan-and-blue-and-red pancakes, my vision starts to blue, but before I can wipe my eyes, I black out.


          The next thing I see, the white tile ceiling, and then again, water gets in my eye, and I wonder, "Is the ceiling leaking? I don't hear a storm outside." It took me the next 20 minutes to realize that there isn't a storm outside, and that the ceiling isn't leaking, that in fact I am the one leaking water, it took longer still to realize I was crying. Shortly after I realized it, Nick appears to my bedside, his hair in a mess, his eyes looking like a wolf that had just been chased by Hunters. "Are you OK Turner?" He asks. I have difficulty swallowing the lump in my throat and all I can do is mumble.  He leans closer, and I say it again, still trying to talk past the lump. Finally he presses is ear next to my lips, and I manage to swallow that lump and whisper, "Your hair's a mess."  He looks at my puzzled, then finally his eyes let up and he cracks the most odd smile, almost as if he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. After that, he pats my hand, as if he's scared to touch me. Then the doctor comes in looking all prin and tuck, I feel that lump come back but as I try to swallow it, I black out again. I have a strange dream after this, it starts off with me walking through a dense forest, later as I make my way around this especially thick tree which peaks my interest for reason unknown to me, I see a man, about as old as someone who has experienced the longest trials. But his back is turned to me, and I call to him, as I call to him I hear his silent weeping. Silent, yet audible. I sit down on a surfaced root nearby him, I sat there for what seemed to be a life time, not doing anything, but during the life time I take 3 breaths. Later they feel like they are stolen from me, so I look at the man, and this time he turns around and says, "What do you see in me?" I ponder his question, not giving a second thought after my conclusion, I say, "What do I see? In my eyes, you're a man whose lived a short while, but you've lived long enough to know the trials of love, and hate, and death, and birth."