• 11 years later.


    Daisy:


    Another chain of L cars rush by as I stand waiting for the next one to stop. The power of the wind blows my hair into my face. Several more people filter in to the underground station. I hug my jacket to myself as a man with a cigarette comes closer to me, totally ignoring to 'No Smoking' signs lining the wall.

    I get on my tiptoes and watch headlights make their way through the dark tunnel, slowing down until it stops infront of me. "Doors open. We are now at Barrington, next stop Dalesburg." The mechanical voice speaks as I step onto the car and take a seat near a woman who can't help fidgeting. She's pushing a strand of hair out her face as she stares down at her paperwork.

    I straighten out the wrinkles in my sweater after I take off my jacket. I rub my hands against my faded skinny jeans and tap my grey boots against the dirty floor anxiously.

    Thoughts flow through my head as I grip onto my purse. I wonder how he is? Will he ever get better? Is he the same Brian that only a few years ago made headlines every week updating his latest football achievements?

    I knew the answer though, No, my brother would have to stay alittle longer.

    My hands shook as I open the microwave to retrieve the leftovers from yesterday. My mother had gone to talk to some of Brian's socialworkers again. I remember when my mother first sent him to the rehab center. She had said he would be there for a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks and a few weeks had turned into a few months and was making it's way to a year.

    I hadn't seen him yet, I wasn't ready. Maybe I'll never be ready. But I just can't see him in there, so weak and vurnerable.

    I just can't do it right now.

    I hear my plate of food land on the floor and shatter.

    This will be my first time seeing him, I just hope he forgives me for avoiding him for so long.

    "Doors Open. This is Dalesburg, next stop is Pittsburg." My stop, Pittsburg, was next. There is a long pause until the voice comes on again. "Doors closing. Next stop: Pittsburg.