I Hate The Phone

2 AM- The phone rang.

Still asleep, I heard my mothers voice.

My brother was in a car accident and he was in the hospital!

Devastated of the news my heart dropped to my feet causing a weird sensation in my toes.

They were on their way to see how bad he was.

4 AM- The phone rang.

My brother is doing ok but his friend didn't survive the crash.

I sobbed uncontrollably thankful my brother had survived and devastated she had passed. To young, why??

6 AM- The phone rang.

My brother will be looking at jail time. His court date is tomorrow.

8 AM- The phone rang.

My brother is going away for 2 years!He's dealing with such sorrow and distraught mental anguish for losing his friend.

Now at such a young age, prison time. A happy guy now has nothing but regret and hate for himself.

Why did they go out that night?

Why did he make that stupid mistake and drink & drive??

10 PM- The phone rang.

He's in prison on suicide watch. He doesn't want to live. She didn't survive so why should he.

How will he mentally be able to recover from all this?!

How will I?!

I can't do this!

How will he ever be the same?!

He was never the same.

I was never the same.

Everyone involved changed.