What a Wonderful World by Undefined (top 10 novels txt) 📖

                      No fair to see you go
                      A life you'll never know
                      Small and loved by me
                      Heaven you shall see
                      But for now I say good bye
                      As I try not to cry

 My little brother, Alex, laid on the hospital bed breathing quietly. My parents stood by the bed looking down at their son that would soon be leaving them. 
 Two years ago Alex had been diagnosed with leukemia. Now he was loosing the fight and falling further and further from me. 
 I sang " What a Wonderful World" to him. It was his favorite song. 
 The monitor began to beep less and my mom let out a squeak. I squeezed his hand and continued to sing. He turned his head at me and I looked into his soft brown eyes. He smiled and the monitor stopped beeping. 
 I ceased my singing and backed away. My mom flung herself over him and my dad walked to the window and held his head. 
 I shook my head. It was so unfair! Why would God take a six year old from the world? He hadn't even lived yet.
 I walked into the hall and sat on one of the couches. Nurses and a doctor walked into the room. I heard my mom crying. 
 I started to cry and I brought my knees to my chest. I felt someone sit next to me and I stopped. It was a young man. Had to have just turned twenty. He looked strong and wore a Yale t-shirt. He was dark for a white boy, but his eyes were light blue. 
 " Why are you crying? If you don't mind me asking." he whispered as if his voice would scare me away. 
 " I'm in a hospital. I think that answers most of it." I whispered. 
 He nodded and looked at the floor. " Yeah, I guess no one is happy when in a hospital. Unless their having a baby." 
 " Why are you here?" I asked. 
 " My mom was in a car accident." he looked back up at me and I saw a tear form in his eye. 
 " Im sorry." I whispered. 
 " It's not your fault. I'm sure you weren't the drunk driver that hit her." he smiled meekly. 
 " You never know." 
 " Why are you here?" he asked. 
 " My brother had leukemia. He just died." I whispered and laid my head on my knees. Tears fell from my eyes again. 
 " I'm sorry." he whispered and patted my back. 
 " Not like you gave it to him. There was nothing you could do." I whispered. 
 " You never know." 
 I looked at him and smiled. 
 " How old are you?" he asked. 
 " Sixteen." 
 " Nineteen. It's Christian by the way." he put out his hand.
 " Valicia." his hand was warm and firm. 
 My mom came out and fell to the floor crying and my dad held her. I looked away and began to cry again. Christian pulled me to him and patted my back. He made soothing sounds as I cried into his chest. 
 I heard squeaky wheels roll by and knew it was Alex being rolled away to the morgue. Christian hugged me harder when it passed by. 
 I stopped crying and wiped my tears. " Sorry." I whispered. 
 " It's fine. I don't expect anything else from you." 
 I looked at the floor. It hurt so much to know that Alex was gone. 
 Christian pulled a magazine from the table and grabbed a pin. He ripped one of the corners and wrote something on it. He handed the paper to me. 
 " If your ever in trouble call that number. It's mine. And will always be mine. It was very nice meeting you." he stood and began to walk away. Then he stopped and turned back to me. He knelt in front of me. " And please, even though it seems the right thing to do, don't cry. Your too pretty to cry." he brushed away a tear with his thumb. 
 " I won't." I whispered staring into his deep blue eyes. 
 He smiled and kissed my forehead. I watched him leave and wished desperately that I could leave with him. 


                    I hide not see
                    Clash of a war, love it can't be
                    Tears of hate and cries of pain
                    I hear the drum of rain
                    Destruction you flee
                    Yet you leave me
                    The war subsides
                    I flow with the swift of the tides
 
 A crash of plate sounded in the living room where my parents fought. It has been two months since Alex had left us, and ever since then my mom has been angered by something. The loss of her son had sent her into a frenzy of outbursts. It was unsafe to go near her. Say one wrong thing and she yells; complain, she yells; ask for anything, she yells. 
 My dad had accidentally stepped on her foot and, well, she started to yell. I left the room an decided to hide in my room, scared of being hit by the flying plates. I heard my dad yell and another smash sounded. 
 Everything stopped and I looked at my closed door. I heard my mom crying and I got up. The front door slammed and my mom cried more. I walked out and stepped on glass in my hurried steps. My mom lay curled up and crying, but my dad was gone. I looked out the front window and saw him driving away. 
 I forgot about my stabbed foot and ran outside. I cried for him to turn around but he continued, not looking back. I fell on the sidewalk as my neighbors came out of their houses to see what was going on. 
 I ran back inside my house and slammed my door. I pushed things around and searched through papers, while holding back tears that wanted to leave me as well. I finally found the crumpled corner of paper with a number scribbled into it. I grabbed the house phone and dialed the number. It rang once and then was answered.
 " Hello?" Christian asked and it felt so nice to hear his voice. After that day in the hospital he had been all I would think of. 
 " It's me Valicia." I said. 
 " Valicia. Are you okay?" he asked with a kind tone to his voice. 
 " My dad just left us. I need you to take me somewhere. If your okay with that." I said. 
 " I'm sorry to hear. Where do you want me to get you? Wait, where would you be going? Would you be safe there? Does your mom know your leaving?" he asked. 
 " My mom will not know. But it's my aunts house and it's much safer than here. Please take me away from here. I'll meet you at the movie theater." 
 " I don't know. Are you sure?" 
 " Yes. Please." I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I wiped it away fiercely. 
 " Okay. I'll be there in half an hour." 
 " Thank you." 
 " Your welcome. Bye."
 " Bye. " I hung the phone up and grabbed my suitcase. I stuffed my clothes in it and shoes. I opened my door and looked around my mom was in her room. I grabbed a pair of boots and went to put them on when I remembered the glass in my foot. It was a big chunk and was embedded into the middle of my foot. Blood was dried around it. I grabbed it and pulled. It came out. Blood rushed out. I grabbed a wrap and bandaged my foot. It was numb. 
 I pulled the boots on and grabbed a sweater. I ran to the movie theater which was right behind my house and saw Christian waiting by a truck. He hugged me and put my stuff in his car. 
 " Where is you aunts house at?" he asked opening the passenger door for me. 
 " It's in Manteca." 
 " What about your school?" he asked. 
 " I'll go to a different one." he closed the door and walked over to the driver side. 
 " Are you still at Yale?" I asked. 
 " Yes. I'm just on winter break at the moment." he said pulling away. 
 " Do you like it there?" 
 " Yes. Now are you okay?"
 " Yes, I'm fine." I whispered looking out the window at the dark winter clouds. 
 He looked at me when we stopped at a red light. " You know this is technically illegal. Me taking you away. Your a minor compared to me." he said. 
 " The government will get over it." I said. I wished I was older. Then I would just ask to stay with him. 
 " I guess they will." he drove on. His right hand laid in the middle section and I held back the urge to grab it with my own. Instead I set my hand next to his and looked out the window. 
 " You look very beautiful today." he said still looking ahead. 
 " You the same." I said. 
 He smiled and his blue eyes glittered. " Thank you. I try my best." 
 I smiled forgetting for the moment about my family. I looked back out the window and gasped. Alex was running on the side walk. He was smiling. 
 Christian looked at me with concern and searched for what I was looking at. " What's wrong?" he asked. 
 " Nothing. I just thought I saw something." I said. 
 He nodded and then grabbed my hand. " I'm sorry that this is all happening to you." he whispered. 
 I lightly held his hand as love and joy filled me. " How is your mom?" I asked. 
 " Shes better. Just a little bruised and her leg is still broke. But she's okay." he said. 
 " That's good to hear." I said. He let go of my hand and I pulled mine away, much rejected. 
 We stopped again. " So where in Manteca is she?" 
 " Bronzon road. I'll show you the way when we get there." I said. 
 He nodded and looked at me again. " What color are your eyes?" 
 " There gray and blue." I said. My eyes had always been my most beauty. With my dark tanned skin they fit well. 
 " I've never seen or heard of eyes like those." he whispered, mystified. 
 " Yeah, most haven't. Especially on a Mexican. It's very rare." I said. He drove on and all small talk was gone for the rest of the way was spent with me telling directions. 
 When we got to my aunts house he helped me with my stuff. I stood in front of the house with him. 
 " Remember if you ever need anything just call me and I'll come and get you."