So, Hello people of witty, My name is Kierstin,
you may, or may not, know me as the witty user 'roseth0rn' but this is my new account. but this quote isn't about this. It's about something tragic that happen today.
So, I have a twin brother named Grayson. He's a pretty 'special' kid. He's done and been through WAY more than the average 14 year old. He was adopted for about 11 years, from birth to age 11, until his adoptive parents couldn't take care of him because they both lost their jobs. My parents put him up for adoption because they couldn't afford another child. But they took him in when he needed it the most. He was abused, verbally, by my dad (that was when he was an alcoholic, he's WAY better now.). Until one day he pushed Grayson and I down a flight of stairs. I actually don't if it was an accident. Grayson had some ' trauma' after it and had some issues. His maturity level was about a 5 year old. They put him in some special ed classes throughout middle school and for the first 4 months of highschool. He's SO much better know, it's amazing. He's my best friend. Grayson is also Gay, but he's not scared about it. He's a cheerleader and a lacrosse player. Him and his friends are in a band called, "P.S., You Suck.", they're an electro pop group. He's very cool♥. For some weird reason, recently he's been having ALOT of asthma attacks, we think it's because of the pollen or because he gained 40 pounds in 2 months. He now weighs 190 and is 5'8".
Today, was my dads 45th birthday and we went to my grandparents house to celebrate. We ordered applebee's and talked and stuff. We ate cake and opened presents. For my dad's present, me and Grayson decide to put on a cheering show. It was exactly 4:26 PM when we started, we started off with doing Arials, back hand springs, cartwheels and bridges. Right in the middle of Grayson 'flying' me, he collasped and started gasping for air. We had his in haler handy but he couldn't move at all and was grasping his chest. We called 911 ASAP and they took all of us to the hostpitial, he had a heart attack.
They did an emergency surgery right away. They put in a stent. After they put it in they let him rest. About an hour later, they let Me and my mom in his room but she had to fill out some papers so I went in. He was so peaceful looking. It was breathtaking, he then said to me
"Kierstin, I might die from this, just put it this way, I love you so much, you're my best friend. Tell Mom and Dad they were cool too."
And then he fell back asleep.
My mom made me come out of the room. She told me and my two younger brothers, Asher and Caleb, to go home with my grandparents.
On the car ride home my grandparents told me Grayson might not make it because he has a very weak body. In 3 weeks he's going to have a bypass surgery.
Please God, Let Grayson survive.