Chapter 45

                                    

                                          
-Brooke-
                          
I raced to Sky's side, Colby tried to grab me but missed. I took her face in my hands.
                          
"Sky? No, no, no," I cried. "Sky!" Doctors and nurses came flooding in as I began to get hysterical. 
                          
"Sky!" I screamed. "No, don't do this! Come on baby sister, open your eyes!"
                          
Colby's arms went around me and he lifted me off my feet. I screamed again trying to push him off me, desperate to get to Sky's side.
                          
"No! Let go!" I shrieked. "Sky!" 
                          
Colby dragged my flailing body of the room, as more people flooded in. He pulled me out of the way and dropped me on my feet.
                          
"I HAVE TO GO BACK!" I screamed louder trying to get away from him. Colby grabbed my arms and shook me a bit.
                          
"STOP IT!" He yelled, shutting me up, tears streaming down my face faster than I can stop them. I looked up at him with wide eyes, he hardly ever yells at me so this caught me off guard.
                          
"Oh my god," He whispered and pulled me into a hug, both of us collapsing in a heap on the floor. 
                          
"Sky she-"
                          
"The doctors are going to do what they can, you would just get in the way," He said seriously, cradling my head. "I'm so sorry, baby."
                          
I sobbed in his arms, clutching at his shirt like it was my lifeline. When the nurses asked us to wait in the waiting room Colby had to practically carry me out. Dad was in the room with Sky still, but because of my lashing out, I had to leave. 
                          
My heart throbbed in my chest so much I thought for sure I was going to die. The heart break I was feeling was more than I could handle in that moment, but I didn't know if I was going to pass out or throw up. Possibly both.
                          
Colby and I sat in the waiting area, my whole body shaking. The crying had subsided, but my body was exhausted from the adrenaline and heart break. Spasms were breaking out in my muscles, I imagined I looked like someone from the psychiatric ward.
                          
Colby's arms were wrapped around me, trying to soothe the spasms and keep me still as we awaited the news. My throbbing heart didn't cease, and my stomach kept twisting. 
                          
"What if she-"
                          
"Don't." Colby stopped me quickly. "Don't say that."
                          
"But-"
                          
"Brooke stop."
                          
I went quiet, hearing his tone. He was scared, too. Neither of us wanted to say the words we were thinking, because saying it out loud would make it real. My breathing continued to be in short breaths, a panic attack threatening to take over any minute. The longer I waited the more I thought I'd go into a nervous break down. 
                          
My thoughts raced around in my head and I was eventually thrown back to when the police came to my door, informing my family and I that she had died. Dad wouldn't let us see her body, we couldn't afford cremation so she was buried in the cemetery near where she grew up. I never went to visit her grave, the only time I went there was for her funeral, I was too ashamed to ever go back.
                          
I remember the night she died so clearly.
                          
...
                          
I was up in my room, trying to do my homework. I had been slacking off a lot, but found a sudden burst of inspiration to do it. I wasn't sure why but I wasn't complaining. Dad had brought up my dinner and I ate it as I continued the frustrating algebra problems. I had almost finished the work when the doorbell rang. Dad was in the middle of doing the dishes with Sky so I hurried to the door answering, stumbling in shock as the uniformed officers stood there, looking at me with sad eyes.