Wake up

The light dims as the whole atmosphere begins to reappear. But everything in it is so different. 

I find myself in a hospital room, on a bed. A drip attached to my arm and a blanket around my waist. 

Just then a nurse walks in the room, with my mother behind. 

"Ooooo,  you're finally awake" says the nurse. 

With a confused face I respond by saying, "Awake, what do you mean awake"

"You've been asleep for a while now, after your accident", the nurse tells me. 

Looking at both her and my mother, still confused, trying to put together what's really happening. 

The nurse says, "I see you're still confused. Let me leave you alone with your mother and she'll explain everything"  

She leaves the room and my mother sits on my bed beside me and explains what happened. 

"You were involved in an accident dear. You crashed into a lake. But don't worry, it wasn't your fault, a drunk driver in a black car cut you off and your brake lines snapped. 

Luckily there were people around who witnessed the whole thing and were able to rescue you after you blanked out after knocking your head on the steering wheel.

I thank the Lord that you're still alive and that driver was arrested"

Was it funny to say that her story made sense, but at the same time didn't? She could see this was a lot for me to take in, so she left me alone in my room to try and piece everything together.

All on my own I began to ask myself questions. "Was it all a dream, did I just make it all up in my head. But it felt so real. Or was it my brother trying to reach out to me as a spirit, to maybe help me remember him, or maybe he was guiding me through my dreams to find out the truth.

So many questions, but no answers"

I started to rub my head, still trying to understand what's going on. But there was something I NEEDED to confirm.

I called my mother in, asking her to get something for me in my house.

A couple hours later she came in with what I asked for. "Here you go dear", handing me our family photo.

"I'll leave you to rest", she said to me.

But before she left I asked the question, "Mom, did I have a twin brother"

With a smile on her face she laughed and said, "If only that were true, but the Lord gave me one child to love. And I love him so much"

I smiled back at her saying, "Okay mom and I love you too"

She walked out of the room. I looked down at the family picture in my hand and my heart was racing. 

Pulling it out of the frame, I scanned it from top to bottom. After a few minutes I found the confirmation I was looking for. 

With a straight face I spoke in my heart, 

 "A piece of this picture has been cut off"

THE END?