The bang echoed threw the house, getting silent and silent till there was no sound at all in that empty house. Black; all I see is black.
Light gleams in my eyes, and I have to squint to see better. And it's finally clear, I can feel the press of the mattress under me, the bed sheets over me, the beeps next to my ear, sure enough I was in the hospital. The thought raced threw my mind, Ronnie, dead. My life isn't what it's supposed to be, I was supposed to be gone, dead, just like him, my cousin, my bestfriend, Ronnie.
