sudden fiction

I hate to remember that day I found out that my big brother Ben died it started like any other day we were getting ready to go to the like for the weekend just me and my Ben . we left that night we had been driving for about 2 and the next thing I know I was on my to the hospital in a helicopter the paramedics kept telling me that I was lucky to be alive when I woke up the next mooring I was in the hospital with my family all around me when I asked my mom where Ben was she said that he didn’t make he died at impact. when the doctor came in he said that was very lucky to make it we had been hit by a drunk driver we flipped 3 times and went off a 20 foot cliff and I had fell out right be for the car whet off the cliff. then about a year later the same day of the crash we went to his grave and that night I heard a nose in my room I tried on the light and there was Ben standing my door. he just stud there looking at me like he wanted something. “but…but I thought you where died” I said. then he told me that never died and that he had runoff and has been waiting for me at the campsite this howl time. I asked him how that was in the car he said that drunk driver of the cart that hit us. then I called the cops and told them and share enough there was no one in the grave and Ben was arced for killing the drunk driver.