Deon look at the paper. This can't be truth. None of these word on this peace of paper wasn't right. Or so he wished. Deon look at his sister. Hana was looking to floor. No deny. No word. This silence proves everything. Deon open his mouth. His voice was broken, maybe because his heart was broken? No he was broken all. Part by part.
"Blood cancer?" He said.
"They say I'm gonna die at next two months. They say this is a genetic disease. I think mother also had the same disease because they say that either the father or the mother must show this history and I saw that the mother also had the same symptoms." Hana said.
She was trying hard to show herself calm but he could see she wasn't.
Deon covered her face with his hand. This couldn't be...
This wasn't right. Their mother had never died because of this. No...
Walls look like jail. Trying to suffocate him. Free breaths now seemed more distant than ever at this moment. He was on the verge of losing his entire life. After all the troubles that had happened to them, now was not the time to lose Hana, his only sister and the reason for his life. Not after all the trouble that happened to her.
He run away from home. Trying to understand how everything become like this. He need a moment to figura out what is happening.
Their fifty-meter house was located on the sixth floor of a building that did not have an elevator. This was a dream for them at first to live in a safe and warm home like this even it wasn't big. Now all these little dreams looks foolish now. Little life they started to build already destroyed.
Deon reached to streat. Sun on his skin was warm. Sky was blue. His life was end. No more sound in his mind bother him. Except for the deafening car horn that he didn't even know where it was coming from. In that moment deon feel it. This was end.
It didn't take long for him to feel like his body was flying. Flying to a high sky and then falling. The fall after the flight was a famous story. An old story that was always told for the angels. Now he would fall after flying.
The impact of his body on the ground after the accident was not poetic, although at that moment Deon could not analyze. He could only see the young driver screaming in fear. Did he have a certificate? The wetness of blood on the back of his head was so intense that he could say that he had painted the whole ground with his blood. His eyes turned and he saw only his sister. She was crying and shouting his name. what had he done? No, he should not have left her alone in this situation. He should not have hurt his sister with his death. He shouldn't died right now However, his eyes closed involuntarily. Everything seemed so far away now.