Speechless

chapter 1

the accident.

"Luan? Luan Coy?" a fireman touched the boy's shoulder. The boy returned back to reality.

In front of them, a car was on fire. A couple of firemen tried to put it out.

"You are Luan Coy right?" the fireman asked again.

The boy turned back to look at him. His light-brown eyes were flooded with tears. His black, curly hair covered his forehead. His clothes were glued to his built body with sweat. He was in complete shock. Fear. Speechless.

"Luan!" the fireman assumed that the shocked boy in front of him was the only son of the couple who were stranded, stuck by their seatbelts, with their flesh burning, inside the upside down car. "Luan, you need to back off." Luan didn't move. Not even an inch.

The man grabbed him by the shoulder and, slowly, but strongly, dragged him to safety.

After several minutes, the fire was out.
Both the firemen and the paramedics rushed to the car. Unfortunately, there was no salvation for the couple.

A week later, both wife and husband were buried at the local cemetery.
The Coy's grave had two new corpses.

Luan's deaf grandmother cried her son's death. She was on her knees. Some desperate moans came out of her mouth while the coffins were being covered by dirt. She tried to stop the dirt from covering her beloved son and his wife, unsuccessful.

Luan didn't cry. He didn't had time to. His head was being haunted by all the I love you!, Hello!, Goodbye!, Luan. that both his mother and his father said. Luan. his head repeated.

"Luan!" a voice called.

"Mom!" he left out of his lips, looking, desperately,  at the feminine voice behind him.

It wasn't his mom. Behind him stood a teenage girl with brown hair, the length of her shoulders. A tear went down her face.

"No, Luan. It's me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you loss!" with every word, the girl cried more.

"It's ok, Darice. Bye." the boy said with a cold tone on his voice. Not even a tear.

He went away, leaving the girl to wipe her own tears. His grandmother was crying on top of the, now buried, coffins.

He wandered around, without a destination.
He wandered between the tall buildings. Around the old house. Down to the beach and, finally, to his final destination, the town's bridge.
He looked down at the river. There's nothing for me to do here. he thought. I might jump.
Luan closed his eyes. He was ready. He was going to do it. He could feel the breeze in his hair and clothes. The river's voice called him. Goodbye.

A sharp, desperate screech came behind him. He immediately recognized it. It was his grandmother's. He opened his eyes, looked at her as she fell on her knees and, as fast as he could, jumped back to solid ground.

Mouna Coy, his grandmother, cried desperately. She tried to speak, obviously, without success. She reached her arms to him, asking for a hug.

Luan hesitated, but ended up hugging her. I need to live. his mind was flooded with the memories of his mother helping Mouna on her everyday's most basic tasks. For her. I need to take care of her.

Author's note:

Thank you for reading the first chapter!
I really appreciate it.