Your parents left you to babysit your nine year old brother, like you have so many times before. Your brother, Andrew, asks if he can play outside, And you say yes. In your bedroom there is a window with a whole view of the front yard. With the window open you can hear him running around and laughing. But then he wasn't. Startled, you jump up and start to panic when you no longer see him. but then his red frisbee flies through the air, him chasing after it closely. everythings alright until he gets close to the road, no intention of stopping. 

 

You race down through the house and out the front door, breathing heavily. you stand on the porch, calling for him. "Andrew! andrew!" You scream, but he doesn't stop.

 

a black, shiny truck seem to appear out of nowhere, going too fast to stop in time. You push off the porch and wave your hands, screaming so loud your ears ring and throat burns. Right at the last second, he turns around. Horror washes over his face and his lips form one word. "Ann..." 

 

Then the truck makes contact. 

 

You drop to your knees, unable to hold your own weight any longer. You were too late. The truck continues down the road, not stopping once. It could have been your imagination but, Through the blur of your tears, you see that nobody was driving the truck. Trying to get a better look before the truck disappears forever. 

 

After a few moments, you start to regain your senses. So you stand up shakily and stumble towards the road. you check for a pulse and confirmed what you already knew. 

 

Your brother was dead.