Post by hulachowdown on Nov 7, 2006 20:08:35 GMT -5
I look around the room. On the three make shift beds are my mother, my father and my sister. They all have a bad case of the flu. I wish they could just get better. Grandmother is taking care of brother, he has just started showing sings of the flu today, he might survive but the others, they are bad, really bad. They probably won’t pull threw this. I replace the wet towel on my sister’s fore head. I sigh. She was the pretty one in the family. She was so beautiful, so young. She had a whole life infrount of her. She was the first one to show signs of the flu, fallowed by mother and then father and now brother. Oh I don’t know what I’ll do if they all die and I have to go live with grandmother in her small, run down home. And what will happen to the horses? I’ll probably have to sell them. Grandmother doesn’t have much many. Grandfather died when I was only 5 so she’s been a window since. I used to ask her why she never got married but she’d always answer “I am too old to get married, no one would like an old women like me when they can have a girl like you for their wife”. She’s just like mother, always wanting me to get married to every man who looks at me. They are always pestering me about it. I’ll find someone, I hope. Just when I start to get lost in thought grandmother appears.
“You’re brother is very Ill. He wishes to see you for what I fear to be the last time.” She says before going back to my brother’s room.
Brother is going to die? No, that is impossible. He can’t, he just can’t. I refuse to think about it as I quickly walk towards his room. As I near his door, I hear a harsh cough from his room. I sigh and close my eyes. He sounds very bad, he must be very ill. Perhaps he will die and then I will be truly alone. He was the one who kept me company when the others were sick, not grandmother. The most she’s ever done for me was almost getting me married when I was only 16. Of course, my father flat out refused, he had said that a way too young. I was pretty then. I am allways tanned from working with horse s and outside. My hair is allways messy for I sleep less each night and sleep in more in the morning. Most of the time I have to go without breafast to get all my chores done.
I take a deep breath and push open the door slowly. The hinges creep open and I gasp at what I saw….
My brother looked at me . He coughed loudly and blood came out of his mouth. There was almost a blow full of blood in a bowl next to him. He looked tired and terrible. "Oh brother,what did you do to deserver this?" I ask my self as I rush to his side.
"Charlotta? Is that you sister?" he says in a husky voice.
It pains me terribly that he can't tell that it is me. I can only hope that he will get better thought, it is almost impossible. I look at grandmother with pleading eyes. I need to be with him alone before he goes. I need to try to convince him to be strong and fight. Maybe he will live after all. She nods and leaves us.
" Yes brother it is me. How are you feeling?" I asked in a quiet voice.
I touch his sweaty forehead. It is burning hot. This was not a good sign. I placed a wet towel on his forehead. He places his hand on my arm for a moment and then sighs.
" i am going to die, aren't I?" he asks in a plain voice.
"No,no brother. You won't. You can't........" I say but my words trail off.
I am laying to my brother, truly I know he will not survive unless there is a miracle at work. I look him in the eyes. I think he knows that I am laing too but he doesn't say anything. I feel a tear run down my cheek. It is hard to see my brother sick like this. He was always the strong one, the healthy one.
"Fight it! Please don't give up. You can't leave me alone, not with her....." I cry silently.
I know this is childish but I don't care. He can't leave me with her. I don't want to be married off right now. I am still young and I can do a few things before I get married. I want to stay free for as long as possible.
"I'll try but.... I can't guaranty anything. Don't worry about grandmother, you just don't give into her and you'll be fine...." my brother says before closing his eyes slowly.
His breathing becomes labored. He squeezes my shoulder in reassurance for the last time. He goes limp. I feel as if my world if falling apart slowly.My brother is truly....dead. He was always the one who was there for me and really cared.I cry on his chest loudly until my grandmother called for my aid in the other room. I of course must go. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were wet with tears and my eyes were puffy. I splash some cold water on my face before going to see my grandmother.
“You’re brother is very Ill. He wishes to see you for what I fear to be the last time.” She says before going back to my brother’s room.
Brother is going to die? No, that is impossible. He can’t, he just can’t. I refuse to think about it as I quickly walk towards his room. As I near his door, I hear a harsh cough from his room. I sigh and close my eyes. He sounds very bad, he must be very ill. Perhaps he will die and then I will be truly alone. He was the one who kept me company when the others were sick, not grandmother. The most she’s ever done for me was almost getting me married when I was only 16. Of course, my father flat out refused, he had said that a way too young. I was pretty then. I am allways tanned from working with horse s and outside. My hair is allways messy for I sleep less each night and sleep in more in the morning. Most of the time I have to go without breafast to get all my chores done.
I take a deep breath and push open the door slowly. The hinges creep open and I gasp at what I saw….
My brother looked at me . He coughed loudly and blood came out of his mouth. There was almost a blow full of blood in a bowl next to him. He looked tired and terrible. "Oh brother,what did you do to deserver this?" I ask my self as I rush to his side.
"Charlotta? Is that you sister?" he says in a husky voice.
It pains me terribly that he can't tell that it is me. I can only hope that he will get better thought, it is almost impossible. I look at grandmother with pleading eyes. I need to be with him alone before he goes. I need to try to convince him to be strong and fight. Maybe he will live after all. She nods and leaves us.
" Yes brother it is me. How are you feeling?" I asked in a quiet voice.
I touch his sweaty forehead. It is burning hot. This was not a good sign. I placed a wet towel on his forehead. He places his hand on my arm for a moment and then sighs.
" i am going to die, aren't I?" he asks in a plain voice.
"No,no brother. You won't. You can't........" I say but my words trail off.
I am laying to my brother, truly I know he will not survive unless there is a miracle at work. I look him in the eyes. I think he knows that I am laing too but he doesn't say anything. I feel a tear run down my cheek. It is hard to see my brother sick like this. He was always the strong one, the healthy one.
"Fight it! Please don't give up. You can't leave me alone, not with her....." I cry silently.
I know this is childish but I don't care. He can't leave me with her. I don't want to be married off right now. I am still young and I can do a few things before I get married. I want to stay free for as long as possible.
"I'll try but.... I can't guaranty anything. Don't worry about grandmother, you just don't give into her and you'll be fine...." my brother says before closing his eyes slowly.
His breathing becomes labored. He squeezes my shoulder in reassurance for the last time. He goes limp. I feel as if my world if falling apart slowly.My brother is truly....dead. He was always the one who was there for me and really cared.I cry on his chest loudly until my grandmother called for my aid in the other room. I of course must go. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were wet with tears and my eyes were puffy. I splash some cold water on my face before going to see my grandmother.