A ten-year-old boy called James sat in a cold hospital bed, tears streaming down his gaunt face. He looked like nothing more then a black and white drawing from his papery skin. His eyes were lost in a photograph he clasped within his slight hands. It was an old photograph, encased within a partially broken wooden frame. Two boys stared back with beaming eyes, over exposed smiles and faded colors making the photo look old. Too old. Forever gone. In the picture, the boy on the left was James, himself. A wide eyed, tall boy with feathery brown hair. He wrapped his young brother, Todd, in a proud hug. Todd was much smaller, with blue eyes and blonde hair. He had bright red chubby cheeks and deep dimples. In the picture he was six years old. The photo looked so serene. So peaceful with the light blue sky in the background and the giant green trees that swayed in the wind. It was so serene it seemed surreal, especially in contrast with the current tragedy. James tried to compress the horrific memories, the forever ensuing screaming that would not leave his mind, and the hushed words between doctors and nurses that flooded his head like uncontrollable poison.
Car crash…Two cars collided on a turn…Four people in the car…. How many?……Two parents and…Broken Leg…. Lots of blood…Night time…. announced dead….
But then the subconscious whispers faded away and the sadness disappeared when James heard the sliding doors open, and the bounding of small feet.
‘Jamey!!!’
James put the photograph on his bed side table and gingerly turned his head to see his little brother yelling in joy and jumping up onto the bed. James rubbed the tears from his puffy red eyes to look happier in the presence of his little brother. Instantaneously James’s once pallid body burst with warmth and the dreary colors of the room were replaced with soft glows of mellow luster upon the arrival of Todd’s comfort. Todd sat upon his brother’s bed and emitted a giant gappy grin. James returned the grin, overcome with happiness seeing his little brother’s endearing rosy pink face. Todd had a huge grin that lacked teeth, causing a slight lisp in his excited words that tumbled over each other in speech. The typical over excited six-year-old.
‘Jamey, the doctors told me you were sad, but I’m going to be by your side no matter what, to make you sure you’re not alone. You’re going home in four days so not long left! I’ve been counting! Look, I brought you paper and crayons so we can make your hospital room full of color!’
So they began drawing, Todd illustrating bright and exuberant rainbows and animals. However, James was lost within his mind, piece of paper blank as his gaze was lost to the photograph sitting idly on the bed side table. The two boys in the picture haunted James for some reason. By the time Todd had sticky taped drawings to over half the wall, James still had nothing. Todd looked at his brother inquisitively, but then began to help James draw.
When afternoon came, Todd left, leaving James alone with all his pictures, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.
‘Get better soon!’
On the second day, Todd came back with a giant book that looked double his weight and size. James eyed it suspiciously as Todd dropped it onto James’s lap.
‘And what’s this?’ James questioned.
‘It’s a photo album to make you feel better. Mamma always said it helps to look back at photos and laugh at the good memories, not cry over the bad memories.’ He mused.
‘Why would I cry- ‘
Todd eagerly flicked over the black leather cover to reveal the first page which encompassed a bountiful amount of photos. James gingerly placed his finger on the first one, pointing at a younger James and younger Todd holding a giant ginger cat. Todd looked at the photo and giggled.
‘Remember Mrs. Pottes? Our cat?’
‘Of course I do! Well, kind of…. I…I can’t actually remember much- ‘
But before James could finish, Todd had flicked to another random page. For the rest of the day, the two boys laughed at different pictures holding funny memories, and recollected the good times. James every once and awhile looked at the neglected photo on his bedside table, and felt some kind of stabbing sensation upon seeing it. James would then slightly remember the crash. It has only been two days, and the wound was still open. But Todd healed the wound. He made everything feel much better then what it really is. Outside, the sun was beaming down, flooding the windows with pleasant sun light. The room smelt of the pretty flowers that sat on the bedside table.
On the third day, James had a visit from the doctor, leaving him sadder then before. The doctor was carrying on about ‘mental health’ and ‘closure’. Whatever that meant. Todd came in soon after and gingerly tapped a crying James on the arm, handing him a piece of paper. James slowly got up, wiping away the tears, and looked at the paper given to him by his little brother.
‘Please don’t feel sad Jamey. I wanted to make you feel better. Because you always made me feel better, and you’re me hero.’
James looked at the picture Todd drew, a colorful yet messy drawing of the two brothers playing together, but James had what seemed to be a super man cape and a big heroic smile. It looked really scrappy, but to James, it meant everything. James turned to Todd and gave him a massive hug.
On the forth and last full day of James staying at the hospital, Todd brought in a bag full of match box cars for the two to play with. James was unable to leave the bed (Why was he even in the bed in the first place? Who cares?) so they played cars on the bed. Halfway through James completely nailing an awesome flip with his green Fleetwood, he looked up from the cars to watch Todd make revving noises and chucking the small vehicles to and fro. At that moment, James only just realized how tiny and delicate Todd looked. James recounted bittersweet memories of the two playing with the cars, but it brought on a somewhat sad memory full of regret. It was almost as though Todd read James’s mind, and brought it to attention.
‘Remember when you stole my red race car from me? And then you lost it?’
James looked sadly at the car, and nodded. Todd’s funny revving noises ceased completely.
‘I’m really sorry Todd.’
Then there was a sudden sharp pang in James’s heart, like the memory had torn a large hole of guilt and resentment. Todd kept speaking as he played with the little cars. But something was now very different as Todd’s face turned papery, and the air grew colder. It was almost as if someone stole away the sun.
‘You were always my hero James, because you were big and strong, and you helped me. and you were so good at writing stories. You always had an awesome imagination.’
Suddenly, James felt like bursting into tears, hugging and holding Todd, telling Todd he loved him, and he never wanted him to leave. Telling him he was sorry for picking on him, stealing his stuff, breaking it. He was sorry for ignoring Todd when he got on his nerves. He was trying to reach out into nothingness for Todd, but he was also running away from everything. Everything in life was unlivable, and the only life James realized he wanted to live…
Was the one in the photograph.
The harrowing combination of screeching of tires, screaming of children and shattering of glass broke through the blissful façade. The colorful pictures flickered from the walls to reveal cold and blank grey. All of the match box cars disappeared, and so did Todd. A dreadful shiver ran down James’s spine as cold air whipped through. A faint scream kept ringing in his ear, overwhelming, deafening, and sickening. But mostly, terrible, terrible loneliness.……In the distance, amongst the screaming, doctors spoke in muffled whispers.
Four people in the car…The little brother died instantly upon impact…
James hugged himself, alone in the hospital room, with nothing but a photograph of something lost forever.
I’m sorry Todd.