2:15 by dancingmilklover246. (good books to read for young adults TXT) 📕

I can hear the coffee brewing downstairs, the smell making my noise tingle, the broken toaster humming as it burns my mom bread, before she puts her grape jelly and kisses my dad on the check before he says. “Have a good day mum” but looking at my little brother and he giggles. I can hear my dad turning the newspaper, tsking at the sports and smiling when he sees the Girl Scout troop helping out in town. My mom and brothers in the living room as my mother attempts to get them to their school meeting on time. I would wake up and walk down the wood stairs, avoiding the third stair before the last because it squeaked. I would step to my left and walk to the kitchen exactly 20 steps to my left and then 5 steps to the right to get to the refrigerator. 4 paces to the toaster next to it and 8 paces towards my vitamin cabinet. I would grab a glass with flowers on it, it was glass and I would pour in orange juice. No pulp. I would drink it and shovel some cereal in my mouth. The clock on the wall going faster and faster, my time running out. I would kiss my mom as she tried to find her keys in the messy living room, the blue making her blonde hair and pale complexion fade out. And my brother would attempt to crawl underneath the couch and search for her lost earring. I would walk 15 paces towards the kitchen breakfast bar and kiss my dad on the forehead his green eyes smiling up at me as he said in his accent. “I love you Hun” my baby brother would make a small gurgling noise and I would try to feed some oatmeal to him before seeing his small face scrunch up his blue eyes like our mother start tearing up until I play peek a boo.
But that won’t ever happen again.
Because my parents are dead.
My younger brother is dead.
All thast left are my twin older brothers and me.
All alone.
No more, newspapers and no more peek a boo. No more lost earring and no more I love you Hun. No more giggles and everytinme I drink orange juice I get nausea.
No more burnt toast or coffee, no more family.
All because of alcohol. All because some dude, was angry about something, either fought with his wife or lost his job. Maby his teenage girl got pregnant or his father had died. He drove to the nearest pub. After his fourth vodka he decided it was a good idea to dance, after his 6th it was a good idea to cheat on his wife by raping some girl that was walking home from softball practice and then leaving her in front of the house she was walking towards, her body covered by a thin blanket he found at the motel he dragged her too. The dainty yellow sheets showing how cheap and dirty it was in that room. After returning to the pub he had a few more and by the time his eighth vodka was shot down his head was feeling fuzzy nod he decided to drive around to clear his head. Turning right on Raeburn he started driving towards Cornwall Street he turned left onto a one way street and collided. Hitting a small motorcycle the driver sped up and hit a small convertible, the top was open and a family was driving home, their baby son was asleep in the back and his brother to his left was staring at the stars. Their father was driving humming along to john Lennon and their mother, his wife was sitting next to him , thinking about their daughter and twin sons that they left at home. He impacted on the father and baby’s side, killing them instantly and then a turning the car over upside down over the sped he was going at the brother was hit in the skull the blood seeping into the dark seats. The mother screaming for a few seconds before passing out when her head hit the concrete floor and the car turned over and over, spinning down the hill. Blood stamps left in their trail. A half hour later the ambulance sirens came closer and they contacted the family.
It was 2 15 in the morning the day I was told half my family was killed. I was asleep my small dog snuggled at my feet and my brothers snores reaching me traveling through the vents. The moon was shining brightly through my white lace curtains and hitting the floor illuminating the stack of books I kept on my bedside table and the cell phone on the floor charging. I was deep into a dream when I hear the phone ring and my eyes snapped open. Swinging my legs over to the side of my bed I get up and walk the thirty steps to the hallway were the phone at the end of the hallway is kept. Picking up the cold phone, my arms producing goose bumps as I put the phone to my ear.
Hello? The voice on the other side sounded tired. Yet strongly calms, as if she made call at 2 15 every night to strange people.
Im so sorry. I blinked a few seconds and let the phone slip from my hand my back finding the wall and slididing down I hold my knees as I let the sobs and realization take over me.

James helped me out of the car and put his arm around my shoulder. My peocoat on top of my sweat pants and I love SpongeBob shirt. My converse tied all wrong and my hair in its messy braid traveling down my back reaching the end of my butt, my green eyes glistening with fresh tears as James and I follow Alexander into the emergency room. The blank bright white walls irritating my newly woken eyes. The pale orange waiting chairs empty except for a few other people. One mother was rocking her crying baby in her arms the hum of a lullaby hitting my ears and the sound of a book being dropped by an old lady as she tried to comfort a younger version of her, Either her granddaughter or niece Maby her daughter? Forty five steps from the entrance we come to the white counter that smells like antibacterial spray, tall red head women with too bright red lipstick greets us with a smile. A poppy seed was stuck in her front two teeth.
I dint pay much attention to what happened next. It was all just a mess and maze of lights and talking with doctors and then they took us to see our family’s bodies to identify them.
By 6 26 we were pulling up in our driveway and Alexander was carrying me up the stairs and I ruined his sleeping shirt with my tears and snot. I apologized but he said it was okay. / That he was here. That he loved me and so didi James. He took my shoes off and helped me out of my coat tucking in my bed sheets he made a makeshift bed on the floor and used a throw pillow as his pillow. James sleeping next to me his black hair contrasting my white pillows. I remember staying up until I saw the plane fly by and once the blinking lights faded I closed my eyes and counted to ten, drifting into a dark sleep.
Waking up and see both my brothers asleep and smile despite of myself at their messed up hair and the cutest teddy bear snuggled with James. I carefully step over them using my ballet skills by stepping on my toes and lightly grabbing my shower stuff, the cloths I was going to wear and my hair comb.
Putting on my shorts and tank top I walk the sixteen steps to James room and I look around for my head band. I find it and put it on my bangs still falling into my eyes. Walking back out step on all the creaky spots on the floor and walk to my parents closed doors. I turn the brass cold door handle and walk in the overwhelming smell of my mom’s faviuorite perfumes over bears me, my father’s masculine scents lingering afterwards. Smells like his aftershave. I walk over to my mom bureau. Passing my hand along the side of all her lotions and her makeup. The mirror covered in sticky notes on reminders she needed to do. The colorful bottles reflecting off the mirror making the room spin in color. Walking the perimeter of the room I see their comfy bed and climb into the middle. Smelling their scents, the smell of baby Chris on the blanket that was left on their bed. Closing my tired eyes. I want to fall asleep but I hear James waking up next door and I know he won’t be happy if he sees me crying again. Getting off the bed I smooth over the wrinkles and close their door behind me. Walking down the steps jumping over the creaky step me walking to the living room I try to imagine the earring and then I walk towards the kitchen the vision fading. I stand at the door way and I can see my dad their baby Chris giggling his blue eyes bright. Grabbing the ice tea from the fridge I swipe at the memories they fading like smoke. Sipping at the iced tea I watch the morning joggers passing by the house. “Good morning violet” I turn. “Good mornining James.” He grabs a bottle of Gatorade and sits down. “Are you okay?” his British accent thick and his eyes curious.
“Yes im fine. You?” I finish my tea and place the glass in the dish washer.
“Im okay.”
The silence following was awkward and filled with unspoken emotions.
“Listen Alexander and I we need to talk to you about what’s going to happen.” I look at him and then towards the stairs were I hear that step squeak and a few seconds later Alexander comes into the sunlit room his eyes red and puffy. The sun hit both brothers directly and made them look heavenly. The kitchen bright and sunny. Opposite of how we feel. He grabs a banana and chomp on it. “Good morning.” I shrivel my noise. “How can you eat that?” I ask my eyes looking towards the yell banana he was holding. He shrugged his big built shoulders going up and down his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed the yellow fruit. “Blokes gotta eat” and to prove his point finishes the banana throwing the skin away in the green trashcan next to the side door. James scoffs and sets his hands on the table. “Back to the important topic. We will be moving with a couple of Alexander and mine friend’s house. They live a couple towns over; therefore you will be attending a new school. I know that with everything this is the last thing you want to hear but this funeral will be in a few days.” I look at him and I know the small tears pooling in my eyes are falling over because both protective brothers step forwards and tug me into their arms. Both