The Mystery Behind Her Green Eyes

I ran a hand through my bright red hair as another tear ran down my freckled, rosy cheek.
I was in English class now, and as hard as I strained myself to listen, I couldn't pay attention to what Mr. Harmor was saying. My thoughts wandered relentlessly back to mybrother.

He had just turned 23 when it had happened. We were all coming from the bar that we had gone to celebrate his birthday.

I was laughing at a joke he had said,I dont remember it now, whenI realized he hadn't been paying attention to the road, and there was a bright light and a earsplittingnoise making it seem the whole world was vibrating.

I screamed to him, grabbing the wheel and trying to get it out of the way, but it was too late. A truck collided with his side door, and everything went black.


That was the last thing I remembered before bolting awake into a far too bright room.

While shielding my eyes from the piercing light, Imade outa worried looking man asleep ina chair. Puzzled by this,I glanced around the room to find thatI was in the hospital... NO! It all came flooding back to me: the car had swerved, a horn so loudI everything else was blocked out... total blackness.... then I saw him.. Brian was waving to me from far away.

I wondered where he was going, but whenI tried to follow him, he gently said to me: "No, Kalyn, it is not your time, I will be here for you when it is."and then... nothing.

The first tears that had been on my cheeks forthree weeks running flowed down like swollen raindrops.
"DAD."I screamed, now sobbing, "DAD... what...what happened?"
Her father woke with a start. He hadn't been able to sleep for days now; he wouldn't allow himself to lose both his children in one single, horrible, unmeasurably awful week.

He set his attention on his only child, sending all the love and sorrow that he could with one look. "It has..."he said,his voice wavering with emotion, ".. it has been a very long week."

he broke out in racking sobs now, not trying to hide anything from anyone as he usually did. His shoulders shook as he put his face in hands.

"Dad... where.. where is Brian?"I asked through tears. But Iknew the answer..Ihad seen him leave.

But there was hope. He said he would be there when it was my time, whatever that meant. Now asI ly back on my pillows, already so tired without realizing it,I had such a small amount of happiness.. hardly enough.. but it was there. It lifted my spirits in such a small way, andI could go to sleep with the sounds of my own and my fathers grief.

Now as I sit in this English class, everyone around me oblivious to what's going through my head, I feel like I'm bearing a weight on my shoulders that no one else can see, andthat I'm the onlyone who knows what it's like to see death in the face. It became unbearablethat I should carry a burden on my own, without any help.

Decidedly, I pushed myself from my seat and ran from the classroom. I ran to free myself, andI ran to feel the wind. The only wayI could let things get away from me was by running away from it, anda long run was just what Ineeded.