Briar X (TEWA Owner)
New member
It was December 21st 1997 when our mother died in a car wreck downtown by the courthouse. Randy and I were at home watching wrestling by the fireplace having sips of co-co and having Santa shape cookies. Our dad was doing paper work in his computer with the radio next to him listening to the weather forecast on station eleven. While Randy and I were watching two dudes knock each others brains out, we overheard our father’s radio. We heard that there was a car crash at 9:42 A.M. The news reporter said that the woman in the van was Sarah Lee. We tuned into the news station on are T.V to see if it was really happening. When we got to the station there was a reporter with long black hair and glasses and a microphone up to her mouth. In the background was a van with fire and smoke coming out. They changed images and showed a video of some EMT people putting our mom on a stretcher and putting her into a Medical Care van.
I could hear the cries of my older brother Randy. His wails were so loud they could shatter the roof. I was wailing, too. Our mother was only twenty-four years old.
As Randy and I sat back with tears in our eyes watching the news, the news reporter kept on talking.
“Sarah Lee was only twenty-four years old before she got into this horrible wreck. Sarah Lee was married to Arthur Lee. Her kids are Jeff and Randy Lee. We wish Sarah best luck and hope she’s in a better place. Our wishes go out to her. Laura Marshal signing off.”
Hearing that our mother dad was horrible. Our dad didn’t seem to be affected. The only think I saw changed about him was his face. His smile had turned into a frown. His once happy eyes were now low and sad. Their was a little tear drop coming out of his right eye. His eyes met mine. We stared at each other. He got the door and closed it quickly. Our glances were over. I turned around and Randy was on his knees. His sobs sounded like a thousand cries coming from a thousand people. Our mother was officially dead. I got up from my seat and went towards Randy. I put my hand out and hugged him. Randy turned around a hugged me back. We stared at each other for a while like Dad and I did. Randy pulled me closer and gave me a hug. Tears rolled down my face and onto Randy’s long-sleeve striped shirt. Today our mom was going to the courthouse to judge rather or not the mayor should let kids under the age of ten be able to go to the park if they are guided by a guardian. The votes were tied fifty-fifty. It would have been fifty-six to fifty if our mom had voted.
When Randy let go of me he went upstairs to his room. His feet clattered on the staircase. I was alone in the family room watching the news. I sat down on the couch and replayed our mother dieing. Watching her die is the most terrible thing that could possibly happen.
I went up stairs to my bedroom. When I got to the hall I heard Randy snoring. He must of cried himself to sleep. I opened my bedroom door and got into my bed to take a nap. It was hard for me to take a nap because of the death our mother faced.
When
I finally fell asleep, I had a nightmare. A nightmare about our mom. My dream location was when my mother was driving. I was in the passenger seat. I must have been a ghost because I called her name a couple times trying to warn her not to drive any further but she didn’t see me. I was watching her drive when her cell phone rang. She started looking for her phone while driving. I kept on screaming for her to stop but I was still a ghost. We got close to a intersection. My mom was still looking for her phone and concentrating on the road at the same time. But for one moment, she looked down and searched for her phone right as a blue truck ran into her car. She went head first into the wheel. Blood poured form her nose. She was okay for a moment. Then, another van ran into her on accident. The police came and tried to get the people out of the vehicles. But it was to late. The vehicles blew up. Smoke went up everywhere. The thing that was once a van was now ash.
I woke up with my dog, Mr. Whiskers, licking my face. He barked at me trying to get me to give him some food.
“You hungry boy?” I asked my dog as I scratched it behind the ear.
He replied with a loud bark.
“Ok boy, let’s go get you something to eat.”
I could hear the cries of my older brother Randy. His wails were so loud they could shatter the roof. I was wailing, too. Our mother was only twenty-four years old.
As Randy and I sat back with tears in our eyes watching the news, the news reporter kept on talking.
“Sarah Lee was only twenty-four years old before she got into this horrible wreck. Sarah Lee was married to Arthur Lee. Her kids are Jeff and Randy Lee. We wish Sarah best luck and hope she’s in a better place. Our wishes go out to her. Laura Marshal signing off.”
Hearing that our mother dad was horrible. Our dad didn’t seem to be affected. The only think I saw changed about him was his face. His smile had turned into a frown. His once happy eyes were now low and sad. Their was a little tear drop coming out of his right eye. His eyes met mine. We stared at each other. He got the door and closed it quickly. Our glances were over. I turned around and Randy was on his knees. His sobs sounded like a thousand cries coming from a thousand people. Our mother was officially dead. I got up from my seat and went towards Randy. I put my hand out and hugged him. Randy turned around a hugged me back. We stared at each other for a while like Dad and I did. Randy pulled me closer and gave me a hug. Tears rolled down my face and onto Randy’s long-sleeve striped shirt. Today our mom was going to the courthouse to judge rather or not the mayor should let kids under the age of ten be able to go to the park if they are guided by a guardian. The votes were tied fifty-fifty. It would have been fifty-six to fifty if our mom had voted.
When Randy let go of me he went upstairs to his room. His feet clattered on the staircase. I was alone in the family room watching the news. I sat down on the couch and replayed our mother dieing. Watching her die is the most terrible thing that could possibly happen.
I went up stairs to my bedroom. When I got to the hall I heard Randy snoring. He must of cried himself to sleep. I opened my bedroom door and got into my bed to take a nap. It was hard for me to take a nap because of the death our mother faced.
When
I finally fell asleep, I had a nightmare. A nightmare about our mom. My dream location was when my mother was driving. I was in the passenger seat. I must have been a ghost because I called her name a couple times trying to warn her not to drive any further but she didn’t see me. I was watching her drive when her cell phone rang. She started looking for her phone while driving. I kept on screaming for her to stop but I was still a ghost. We got close to a intersection. My mom was still looking for her phone and concentrating on the road at the same time. But for one moment, she looked down and searched for her phone right as a blue truck ran into her car. She went head first into the wheel. Blood poured form her nose. She was okay for a moment. Then, another van ran into her on accident. The police came and tried to get the people out of the vehicles. But it was to late. The vehicles blew up. Smoke went up everywhere. The thing that was once a van was now ash.
I woke up with my dog, Mr. Whiskers, licking my face. He barked at me trying to get me to give him some food.
“You hungry boy?” I asked my dog as I scratched it behind the ear.
He replied with a loud bark.
“Ok boy, let’s go get you something to eat.”