Memoir Rough Draft
March 7, 2011
The Worst Day of My Life
Think about the most terrifying scream you have ever heard, now intensify that by about a million times; that is the scream I was woken up by at about 6:50 in the morning on April 23rd. This scream was coming from outside. When I realized it was my mother screaming… my heart dropped. Her scream was followed a few seconds later by my older brother, Joseph, screaming. I quickly jumped out of my bed, almost falling as I put some shorts and a shirt on. I walked down the hallway confused, having no idea what was going on. When I got to my front door, Joseph came running inside. I asked him what was going on and he told me that my little brother, Jonathan, was just hit by a car. Time seemed to momentarily freeze. I even thought it was a possibility that I was still asleep, and this was some terrible nightmare that I would soon wake up from. Sadly, that was not the case at all, instead this became the moment that would flip my world upside down.
I quickly stepped outside and saw my little brother’s bus. The bus driver was sitting at the front of the bus in his seat with his head down. It looked like all he was capable of doing at the time was shake his head. As I looked for another moment, I saw my mom knelt in the road behind the bus, beside Jonathan’s body. She was holding him in her arms. I ran across my front yard, and crossed the road to where my mom and little brother were. By this time my older brother was back, and he began to perform CPR on Jonathan. I’m not sure how he was able to do it, because all I felt capable of doing was standing there. My mom told me to go call 911. I told her that I didn’t think I would be able to, but she told me that I had to. Before I ran back inside I saw my little brother’s face. His face at that moment was the hardest thing I have ever had to see in my entire life. He was blue, and his eyes had rolled back into his head. He...