You quickly dial the numbers 9-1-1, and it rings once. "Hello, 911 operator. How may we help you?" 

 

"Hello?" your voice comes out shakily and weak. "I-it's my brother... he was hit by a t-truck." 

 

"Ma'am where is he now?" 

 

You turn around and see his lifeless form on the floor of your bedroom. 

 

"Ma'am is he alive?" 

 

"No." 

 

"Are you sure?" he voice was too perky. It was rehersed, you knew she didn't want to be there anymore. She didn't care that your whole world was crumbling apart. All she could ver care about was what kind of coffe she was getting at break. Digusted, you hang up and drop the phone. Not even caring anymore. 

 

You stand there, unable to move, unable to do anything.

 

Feeling as if you had no control, you pick up your phone and call your parents.