The Following Day

When I woke up I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by a nurse and my mother. I asked my mother about Ellen and learned that she had a collapsed lung and some broken bones. What felt like days to me was really only hours, as it was five thirty in the morning of that same night the screaming, stopped occurred. My mother told me that unlike Ellen, I did not break any bones, but I did injure my eye. Later in the day my mother asked me if I remembered the accident and if I knew that another car had been involved. I went through the disaster in my head, and recalled the screaming had stopped. Instantly I realized what the "stopped" meant. Whoever had been screaming was now gone, forever. What I learned after was more hurtful and upsetting than anything I'd heard before. The driver of that other car was my own brother's girlfriend, Cameron Polk.