The young man lies on his bed eye half open looking straight up at the ceiling of his room. Seeing but not seeing his eyes find patterns in the small bumps and ridges of the white surface while his mind sinks deeper into itself. The rest of his body is limp, but not relaxed as one might expect by looking at him, instead his muscles just seem to have given up like the rest of him.
Inside his head he can see his younger sister laying in her casket, with a wreath sitting atop a stand behind her and a large picture of her smiling face displayed between the ring of flowers. Her face was made up and even in death her face had a certain glow, but it wasn't her glow, her smile. The dress they picked for her was the one she had worn to a cousin's wedding it was plain so as not to draw attention from the bride, but the deep scarlet still made it stand out in his eyes.
Picking out details so that he might never forget his mind slowly drifts away from that scene to another one, one that doesn't even carry the bitter sweetness of fond memories interspersed with grief. First the setting changes to a rainy night on the shoulder of a lonely stretch of road. Red and blue lights fill the air and he can see that people are talking but he can't hear them, he moves but slowly as if underwater. Looking around he feels like he should know more, but like words on the tip of his tongue he can't think of anything. Looking around he sees a body with a blanket being pull over its face, his twin's face.
A knock at the door disturbs his thoughts and he tries to speak, but like in his dreams no words will come. Instead a tear rolls down his check and splashes against his pillow like so many other recently. Another follows and he wishes the door would open to give him another focus.