Lost but not Forgotten

Visting them

(New chapter. Also the picture is adorable.)

I walk to Todrick's room to see him laying there, on his bed, looking at the framed photo of us that was on his bedside table. It's from the first Disney Dudez, where I was Minnie and he was Mickey.
"I remember this day like yesterday," he says and it sounds like he's talking to me except he can't see me. "It was the first video you were in and you kept complaining because your wig was itchy and I told that because your hair was blue and Minnie had black hair you had to wear the wig and you called me crazy but you sucked it up and continued wearing the wig and then we had to repeat that conversation for each Disney Dudez." Toddy and I are both laughing now but then he becomes serious. "The first Disney Dudez was my favorite video that we did together. What am I supposed to do now. How do I go on with out you?" I'm crying and so is Todrick. I soon leave his room and the next room is the one Vonzell's staying in for the next few days. I look into her room and see her absently minded petting Bam-Bam. I continue walking down the hall and I look into the next room to see that it's Chester's. I stop and listen to him hum the song Small Umbrella in the Rain from the Broadway musical Little Woman. Chester and I could sing that song for hours on end. I smile at Chester from the doorway and continue on down the hallway. The next room I come across is David and Gabe's room. I stop and listen to their conversation.
"I still can't believe she's dead. I still check my phone to see if she's called or texted me," David says.
"Same here. She was so young," Gabe says. I'm 16.
"She's 16," David tells him.
"True but I'm 19 and to me that just seems so young."
"I see your point. This feels like I've lost my sister. You know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. Although for me I've lost always felt like another father for her and it feels like I've lost a daughter." Gabe, since he is more responsible and the oldest, has always felt like another father to me. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, and Todrick was busy, I always turned to Gabe.
"You might think this is strange but ever sine I've stepped into the house, I've felt like Annabelle's here watching us," David says. If they only know.
"It's not strange. I've had the same feeling. We should go to bed. We have a long few days ahead of us," and after that I leave and got to the next room, which is Will and Dana's. I walk in and find them talking about some of the funnier things I've done.
"Remember when we were complaining about being tired while shooting Bandcamp and she dumped ice cold water on us," Will says and together they laugh while I just smile.
"Or how about when she smashed a pie in Dalton's face while shooting Disney Dudez," Dana tells him. "Dalton didn't get mad. He just took some pie in his hand and threw it back at her." By now they are both dying of laughter. I move on down the hall to the last room but stop. It's my room. The room where Cole and Dalton are. I walk into my room to see Dalton and Cole, sitting on my bed, going through my photo albums. I keep my photo albums in the storage space in my stairs. Dalton and Cole are both smiling as they look at each photo. They keep pointing at the photos silently remembering each memory. One thing I loved about their friendship was how they could just look at each other and they instantly knew what the other one is thinking without saying any words. I walk closer and see the tear stains on their faces and realize that they've been crying silently. Cole and Dalton were the two people I was closest too. Dalton then closes the photo album. I give him a confused look and so does Cole. Movement catches my eye and I move my eyes down to his wrist where he's fiddling with the ends of his long sleeve shirt. Cole notices it.
"Dalton, what's wrong?" Cole asks.
"The urge. It's back," Dalton says. Dalton hasn't self harmed in years and I'll make sure he won't start now. (AN: This is only for the story. I don't know if this is true or not.)
"NO! Dalton don't please!" I scream at him. Dalton gets up and darts yo the door that leads to my bathroom. He's almost there when Cole grabs his wrist and pulls him back to my bed.
"Dalton, you know Annabelle wouldn't want you to do this to yourself," Cole tells him.
"She always knew what to say! Without her the urge is coming back. I don't know if I'll be able to suppress the urge without her help," Dalton tells Cole, as he begins to cry.
"Dalton, whenever you get the urge just think about her and think about what she would say to you," Cole tells him as they hug. Tears are now streaming down all of our faces. I feel happy, thankful and guilty all at the same time. Happy cause I now know how much I've helped Dalton with his problem and I never knew how much I helped him. Thankful that Cole stopped Dalton before he could do any damage and guilty because I've left them. I left them without a goodbye. I run out out of the house and outside. I fall down onto my knees and wrap my arms around myself as I start to sob in the darkness.
"WHY?!?" I yell up to the sky. ""WHY ME! WHY NOT ANYONE ELSE! I never even got to say goodbye." I sit there and sob until dawn. I then head inside to watch the day unfold. Before I go inside, I stop and look down at myself and instead of being covered in blood and scratches like how my body was on the asphalt, there are no scratches and the blood is gone. I look as I did when I woke up that morning.