The Sun Won't Come Out Tomorrow

The Sun Won't Come Out Tomorrow

People believe what they want too; it doesn't have to be factual or rational. Blind faith is common among the general populous, and I was no exception. I use to follow God without seeing the truth in front of me. I now know the truth, and it isn't wrong to say there is no God. It may put my family to rest at night, but it didn't mend the broken house hold. The constant burning agony rips at my soul, and it reaffirms my statement...

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I woke up to the smell of pancakes, fresh from the oven, and full of love. I could already taste them, the sweet sticky taste of maple syrup on my tongue. The perfect start to a perfect day. Today was the day I would be going to college. I was overwhelmed with the excitement of a new adventure. Anything would be better than this droll town, and I would be free of my parents. I would make new friends, party, have fun, and just enjoy life.

"Mike, breakfast is ready!" Mom yelled.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back to her. I moved on from the comforts of my king-sized bed in my bland blue room to the pristine kitchen.

"Good morning," my father said, eager as usual.

"Good morning," I replied to my father with a big grin on my face.

"Jimmy say good morning," my father tried to whisper in his ear. I looked at Jimmy's face and noticed a melancholic look upon it. He looked sad and he wasn't acting like his usual cheerful self.

"Jimmy what's wrong," I said as concern clouded my voice. He didn't even look up; he played with his food.

"He's probably just sad to see you go. We all will be, until the next electricity bill comes in," my dad remarked. I rolled my eyes and focused back on Jimmy.

"Jimmy you may be sad to see me go, but I will come back. I know...why don't we go to the fair?" I told him. I knew this would relight Jimmy's fire of happiness; he was a boy that loved fair rides. Jimmy looked up and smiled.

"Yes! We should leave right now, let's go!" He yelled. I looked at him and assessed the situation. If I told him to wait, his excitement would die, but if I took him now we would be there for when the fair opens at eleven.

"Okay, let's go," I told Jimmy. Jimmy ran outside and I went to the bathroom mirror. I looked at myself to see if I was decent enough to appear in public. My blonde hair was a little messy, and so I took out a comb and fixed it. I had showered last night and I had already thrown on my clothes for the day, so I quickly brushed my teeth, grabbed my keys, and left. I got into my blue Toyota Tacoma and made sure that everything was in place. Right at that moment my stomach dropped, and I knew something was wrong. I had an urge to not go, but I couldn't let down Jimmy. I drove out of the driveway full of unease. I traveled down streets for five miles, passing quaint little houses, and family owned restaurants. We were still about thirty minutes away and I still felt uneasy. I looked to my left, and my heart stopped. My mouth dropped and I yelled as loud as I possibly could. Jimmy looks over and his eyes widen. Right there, coming head on at us was a huge truck. I spun the wheel as fast as could; my hand was so slick with sweat I could barely hang on to the wheel. I feel my body fighting to move forward, but my seatbelt and air bag stop me. I realized that we had been hit by the huge truck, but how was I still alive? The huge truck almost missed, but it hit the right side of the car. I slowly started to lose focus, and I passed out from shock.

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I woke in the hospital with the stench of cleaning products around me. I slowly looked around and pondered why I was here. I looked around and noticed that no one was there. A nurse comes into my plain white room and looks at me.

"Hi, Mike. Do you remember what happened to your brother?" the nurse asked. A brick wall of pain hit my brain, and I couldn't move. I remembered the "accident" and the sight of what happened. I remembered the feeling of unease and how I knew we shouldn't be going.

"Oh my god...is he dead?!" I yelled fearful that my suspicions were correct.

"I'm sorry to inform you, your brother is dead," her words rang with a finality. She had a mask of pity and empathy on her face, but I saw past that. I knew she had no idea of what it felt like and I just couldn't stand it. I didn't care if I lived anymore, and I ripped out my I.V. I could hear the nurse yelling at me to come back, but I didn't care. I was done, and no one could stop me. I didn't believe that there was anything that would help me. I was sick of living so I walked out of the hospital, with doctors and nurses yelling behind me. I walked onto the side walk, waited for the next car to come by, and threw myself into the road...