I
GLASS TEARS
Over and
over again… the same dream… the same horrific memory… vivid as the day it
happened. Always at the same point:
With the
car (a large people carrier) smashing into the driver’s side door, class
smashing, the door bends inwards and the airbags failing to deploy. The force
of the collision sends the car rolling over onto its roof and then right side
up on the oncoming lane for another head on impact. The girl twelve years old
exactly watches on as her mother grabs her daughter and pulls her towards her
in a fearful embrace. The sound of chaos around them. Smashing glass; twisting
metal; breaking bone. The small car becomes more compact as the pile up
continues. The street becomes a mess of glass and metal accompanied by the
choir of alarms and sirens.
There is
nothing but a fog of regret and an anvils weight in sorrow for a long while
until the long storm passes, life continues only to be shattered. Again. Half a
year later. Another death. Hanging from the banister by the neck.
Kiyra’s
eyes snap open and for that split second her father hangs above her. She rolls
out of bed, smacking her face as she falls knocking over a glass of water and a
locket given to her on the day her mother died, her twelfth birthday. She
flinches as a bit of broken glass cuts in to her hand.
The door
opens quietly and the light is turned on. “What happened?” the voice is calm
but obviously tired; a young man stands in the door frame with a smile and a
concerned look in his eyes. He gives a rough sigh as he walks over to his only
family, his adopted sister for the last five years but by blood or by name it
didn’t matter, they were family.
“I… I had
that dream again…”
He looks at
his sister for a moment “ok.” He clears the glass away and sits next to his
sister looking into her still fearful eyes. “It was only a dream.”
“You were
there Ryu, you pulled me out of the car.”
“your
alive, aren’t you?” he looks at his sisters bleeding hand and removes the glass
from her hand.
“Yes… but
someone had to die…”
“She died
so you didn’t have to. You only get one shot, and our parents had theirs. We
can only take ours.” Ryu put an arm around his sister simply letting her cry.
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