Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The following is a work of non-fiction
The moonlight filtered through the window casting a blue hue over my bedroom. The bars of the metal framed futon digging in to various parts of my body as I tossed and turned. What if, what if, what if?
A day before I had asked my mother when my fourteen-year-old brother might arrive at his destination. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a tight knot that wouldn't go away. A feeling of foreboding. "Are you worried?" My mother had asked. I nodded feeling embarrassed about it.
What if, what if, what if?
I opened my eyes to look at the time on my digital clock. The bright, red numbers read four in the morning. I shut my eyes trying to will myself into relaxation. I turned over again tangling my long curly hair around my face. I raked my fingers through the uncomfortable strands pulling them away from my eyes and mouth.
My older brother is going to call. He's going to call and tell us bad news.
I tried to think of something else, anything else.
What if, what if, what if? Was that the phone I heard ringing? It is!
I got up and made my way to the kitchen as fast as I was able.
"Yeah, hi. What's up?"
"B___, didn't get off the train here. Go get Mom."
I walked from the kitchen and down the hall to my mother's room. I had expected this. There had been a reason to worry.
Author's note: This is just the beginning of a very long and complicated story that actually does have a happy ending.