Miyu Kuran
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"Wake up! I'll race you to the shops! See who can get the paper first, 'kay?" Brea smiled cheerfully as she leapt from her bed, threw on some clothes and a pair of ruined sneakers and bounced downstairs.
"Yeah, yeah," Alex replied as she sluggishly heaved herself to her feet.
The twins quickly scoffed down a half cooked breakfast before grabbing their bikes and starting off in the direction of the corner shop.
It was a misty morning, white fog lurked inches above the ground. Alex and Brea sped along either side of the slippery road on their bikes shouting playful declarations at each other about who would arrive at the shops first. Alex, who had had a sudden wind of energy, hastily turned the pedals, causing water and dirt to flick up behind her and wind whip her face harshly while Brea, who just as unwaveringly, travelled closer to the road to turn first. As Alex edged around the corner she heard a scream. She whirled around instantly, recognising the shriek as her sister's. Fear played on her face uncontrollably. Brea's red bike spun off to the side of the road. The white car of which had hit her sped off down the road at an impossibly fast, inhuman speed, leaving Brea behind, lying on the side of the road, suffocating and struggling. Alex couldn't move; she was glued to the spot; her eyes were going round and round in circles in utter disbelief. Suddenly, she regained her senses and ran across the street, deserting her bike while doing so. The ten year old pulled her phone out of her pocket shakily, dialled triple zero and asked for an ambulance.
It had being a dragging morning, and finally, the ringing sound of ambulance sirens had died out. Alex lingered impatiently in the waiting room inside the P.A hospital in Brisbane while her mother talked to a doctor outside Brea's room.
"Sweetie?" mum whispered.
"What?" Alex snapped.
Patricia, who decided to let her reply slide, answered, "Brea's got a broken arm and leg, she's bruised has some internal bleeding, but she'll be out soon okay? We can come visit her everyday 'til then."
"And the car?" Alex retorted quickly as her mind replayed the white vehicle that had zoomed off into the distance.
"The police are doing there best," The raven haired mother informed as she wrapped a supportive arm around her daughter.
"Can I see Brea?"
"Uh...sure..."
Alex eyed her mum suspiciously before sliding inside the room Brea was in. Shock hit her. From head to toe on Brea's right side were bruises and her arm and leg were in casts. She was hooked up to a machine, breathing heavily and yet, despite all the fuss going on around her, she was sleeping. Alex giggled to herself, "Always leaving this world when things get too much, huh?"
Brea winked open one eye, "Tricked ya!"
The eldest twin sister jumped, "Funny,"
"So then...when can I come home, do you know? They won't tell me..." Brea asked casually.
"Mum said the doctors said soon, but what do you think? How do you feel?"
"Great!" Brea grinned, "Be out of here super soon, don't ya reckon?"
"Sure."
The room silenced for a while. Until eventually Alex spoke, "Hey Brea? What do you remember about the car that hit you?"
Brea looked away guiltily, "n-nothing much, just that the last three letters on the number plate were F-N-T" Brea lied.
"Are you sure?!' The oldest blue eyed girl cried.
"Y-yeah,"
"Alex?" Mum called from outside, "let's go, we'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, bye Brea."
"Bye-bye."
The ride home was long and boring and the car became stuck in the evening traffic on the freeway. Alex moaned and whined in the passenger seat while Patricia yelled at the man in front of her for pushing in, throwing up random fingers at people and beeping her horn at everyone who tried to ram in.
"City traffic, I hate it!" Patricia screeched.
"I know!" Alex agreed.
Next day, after another time-consuming wait in the traffic, Alex and her mother arrived at the hospital after school. Brea's condition had improved and the police were well on their way to discovering who hit Brea. Alex and Brea played chess and cards until visiting hours had long gone while their mother roamed the city streets trying to look on the bright side of things and going shopping.
"Say, mum, do you think they'll be able to catch who hit Brea?" Alex asked from the passenger seat on the way home, her voice laced with anger.
"I think they have a pretty good chance, why?" Patricia asked curiously.
"I think Brea knows something about who hit her," Alex retorted blandly.
"Why?"
"Because sh-" Started Alex.
"Don't go making accusations like that! We all want to know who hit Brea, but please, don't bring your sister into this!" Patricia cut in annoyed.
"Sorry..." Alex mumbled turning away.
"Yeah, yeah," Alex replied as she sluggishly heaved herself to her feet.
The twins quickly scoffed down a half cooked breakfast before grabbing their bikes and starting off in the direction of the corner shop.
It was a misty morning, white fog lurked inches above the ground. Alex and Brea sped along either side of the slippery road on their bikes shouting playful declarations at each other about who would arrive at the shops first. Alex, who had had a sudden wind of energy, hastily turned the pedals, causing water and dirt to flick up behind her and wind whip her face harshly while Brea, who just as unwaveringly, travelled closer to the road to turn first. As Alex edged around the corner she heard a scream. She whirled around instantly, recognising the shriek as her sister's. Fear played on her face uncontrollably. Brea's red bike spun off to the side of the road. The white car of which had hit her sped off down the road at an impossibly fast, inhuman speed, leaving Brea behind, lying on the side of the road, suffocating and struggling. Alex couldn't move; she was glued to the spot; her eyes were going round and round in circles in utter disbelief. Suddenly, she regained her senses and ran across the street, deserting her bike while doing so. The ten year old pulled her phone out of her pocket shakily, dialled triple zero and asked for an ambulance.
It had being a dragging morning, and finally, the ringing sound of ambulance sirens had died out. Alex lingered impatiently in the waiting room inside the P.A hospital in Brisbane while her mother talked to a doctor outside Brea's room.
"Sweetie?" mum whispered.
"What?" Alex snapped.
Patricia, who decided to let her reply slide, answered, "Brea's got a broken arm and leg, she's bruised has some internal bleeding, but she'll be out soon okay? We can come visit her everyday 'til then."
"And the car?" Alex retorted quickly as her mind replayed the white vehicle that had zoomed off into the distance.
"The police are doing there best," The raven haired mother informed as she wrapped a supportive arm around her daughter.
"Can I see Brea?"
"Uh...sure..."
Alex eyed her mum suspiciously before sliding inside the room Brea was in. Shock hit her. From head to toe on Brea's right side were bruises and her arm and leg were in casts. She was hooked up to a machine, breathing heavily and yet, despite all the fuss going on around her, she was sleeping. Alex giggled to herself, "Always leaving this world when things get too much, huh?"
Brea winked open one eye, "Tricked ya!"
The eldest twin sister jumped, "Funny,"
"So then...when can I come home, do you know? They won't tell me..." Brea asked casually.
"Mum said the doctors said soon, but what do you think? How do you feel?"
"Great!" Brea grinned, "Be out of here super soon, don't ya reckon?"
"Sure."
The room silenced for a while. Until eventually Alex spoke, "Hey Brea? What do you remember about the car that hit you?"
Brea looked away guiltily, "n-nothing much, just that the last three letters on the number plate were F-N-T" Brea lied.
"Are you sure?!' The oldest blue eyed girl cried.
"Y-yeah,"
"Alex?" Mum called from outside, "let's go, we'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, bye Brea."
"Bye-bye."
The ride home was long and boring and the car became stuck in the evening traffic on the freeway. Alex moaned and whined in the passenger seat while Patricia yelled at the man in front of her for pushing in, throwing up random fingers at people and beeping her horn at everyone who tried to ram in.
"City traffic, I hate it!" Patricia screeched.
"I know!" Alex agreed.
Next day, after another time-consuming wait in the traffic, Alex and her mother arrived at the hospital after school. Brea's condition had improved and the police were well on their way to discovering who hit Brea. Alex and Brea played chess and cards until visiting hours had long gone while their mother roamed the city streets trying to look on the bright side of things and going shopping.
"Say, mum, do you think they'll be able to catch who hit Brea?" Alex asked from the passenger seat on the way home, her voice laced with anger.
"I think they have a pretty good chance, why?" Patricia asked curiously.
"I think Brea knows something about who hit her," Alex retorted blandly.
"Why?"
"Because sh-" Started Alex.
"Don't go making accusations like that! We all want to know who hit Brea, but please, don't bring your sister into this!" Patricia cut in annoyed.
"Sorry..." Alex mumbled turning away.