As he told me he was homeless, my mind went swoosh, you know when it just goes blank, like you can't even remember your own name. I didn't believe him. How? How did he become homeless, like me? With his hand in mine, he talked about where he spends the nights, in a hostel ran by a sweet old lady called Mrs Fernes. Like the tree. He explained why he couldn't talk to me after I asked the question about where he lived, if someone asked me that I would lie or run, because you're ashamed, embarrassed. I see that now, I shouldn't of shouted at him, but I was just so angry! As we walked and walked, with no destination in mind, we came to a stop.
"Oh no!" I whispered.
"What?" Josh asked.
"Sam." I ran to a boy in the middle of the street, he had been knocked over by a car and was sprawled on the ground, eyes shut. I started crying. Big salty tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt Josh's arms around my shoulders. "Do you know him?" He asked.I nodded to him and felt Sam's arm, desperately searching for a pulse. Thud, thud, thud. Thank god! I put my arms around Josh's neck and whispered "he's alright!"
"We should call an ambulance," he said.
"Hmm," I said, too relieved that my brother wasn't dead. As Josh phoned an ambulance, I tried to wake Sam. "Sam?" I whispered in his ear.
Even at this Serious time, I liked the way Josh's name played on my lips and I had to fight back a smile. "Josh he isn't waking up!" I shouted and tried to poke Josh. Nee naw nee naw, came the ambulance and the lady in the uniform took Sam on a stretcher. I tugged at the jacket of a man and asked, "He is gonna be alright isn't he?"
"I can't be so sure, excuse me Miss, are you related to this young boy?"
I debated inside my head but then came to an answer.
"I don't think he is going to be alright," said the paramedic , looking grave. Then I blacked out.