You're Not Alone (An Adam Young Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

I listened to them tell me about my real family and how Mr. and Mrs. Young are my godparents so it works out since they're going to adopt me. Mr. Young told me that my dad was like David in the bible. A man after God's own heart. At the mention of God, I frowned.

"What's wrong Adam?" Mrs. Young asked.

"Gabriella and Jonas say God is mean to people. Jonas also said that God doesn't love me," I said quietly while crying.

"Oh. That's not true at all sweetie. God does love you very much" Mr. Young told me.

I forced myself not to cry harder. That was what Matthew told me before he got burned alive. I wondered how he's doing. I haven't heard from him since....well yesterday.

"Adam? What's wrong?" Mr. Young asked. "You're frowning."

"My best friend Matthew Thiessen got burned alive yesterday," I said.

Mr. and Mrs. Young's eyes grew wide in shock.

"Oh that's terrible!" Mrs. Young exclaimed.

"He's fine. I think. I just miss him," I said.

"Where does he live?" Mrs. Young asked

"Ottumwa, Iowa" I answered.

They nodded their heads and made me sit in between them. I watched Mr. Young close his eyes and started saying a prayer for Matthew. While he prayed, I sat there staring around the room awkwardly until he ended the prayer.

"Hey. Let's go visit your friend and you can tell him that you found a nice family to live with," Mr. Young said.

I liked that idea and I nodded my head in agreement though I didn't know if I can trust these people anymore. They believe in Jesus Christ and I do not. There's a big difference between a believer and a non-believer. But I'll have to deal with them being a Christian. At least they won't torture me.

The adults stood up and I stood up too. Mr. Young tried to pick me up but I ran away from him. I did not want them to touch me until after I see Matt. To see if they'll keep their promise. Usually Jonas and Gabriella would tell me something exciting and I'd get happy then they never did what they said and I'd cry for days.

A look on Mr. and Mrs. Young's face told me that we were, in fact, going to Otumwa, Iowa. They led me outside, across the cracked sidewalk, and I got in their blue truck by myself. I swore I saw them frowning but I wasn't sure since I sat in the back in their son's car seat. Once I was buckled, Mr. Young started driving towards Iowa. They sang songs, I didn't listen to them and I stared out the window letting my mind wander for five hours.

We reached a hospital in Ottumwa and I ran down the hallway towards Matthew's room. Mr. and Mrs. Young chased me and I didn't stop running until I rushed into Matthew's room.

"Matthew!" I exclaimed with happiness in me.

"Shh. Adam he can't take loud noises," his mom told me while picking me up.

I understood and she stood by Matthew's bedside. My happiness faded away and I stared at Matthew's burnt body. A billion blistered covered him from head to toe and a dozen bandages were wrapped around him. He had no hair on his head and he stared blankly in front of him.

"Matthew sweetie," his mom said, "Adam is here to see you."

Matthew glanced out of the corner of his dull blue eyes and he smiled faintly.

"Hey," he whispered as I was set on the bed.

"Hi," I replied while trying not to cry, "I found a family Matty. They're nice."

There was a small pause before he said, "that's wonderful. Good for you."

I smiled weakly and I started saying when he gets better that he needs to come visit Owatonna. I also told him that we can play with my new toys and...my voice trailed off when I saw that the machine hooked up to Matthew was beeping steadily and I felt Mr. Young grab me. I saw doctors and nurses rush in and Matthew's parents were crying. I was confused at why they're crying. Then I realized it. Matthew died. My best friend died.

"No! Matthew!" I screamed with tears pouring down my face.

I tried getting out of Mr. Young's grasp by fighting but he held on tight and tried to calm me down. That made my screams louder as we walked away. I tried desperately to get out of his grasp and I bit him hard. Mr. Young let go of me and I sprinted towards the door only to get caught by Mrs. Young.

"Adam listen to me," she started saying.

"No!" I shouted as I started hitting her.

She sighed in frustration and grabbed my hands. She looked angry.

"Look. It's alright to be upset. Just don't hurt people," she said with anger in her voice, "understand?"

Mrs. Young gave me a look that reminded me of my foster mom. I stared at her in shock. I did not want her to hurt me like Gabriella did.

"I'm sorry," I said to her. Then Mr. Young came beside her and I told him, "I'm sorry for biting your hand."

He gently ruffled my hair and showed me his hurt hand.

"You bite pretty hard," he said, "you broke the skin and its bleeding a little but I forgive you Adam."

I got out of Mrs. Young's grasp and I kissed Mr. Young's hurt hand. We made eye contact and he gently stroked my face with a faint smile on his face. I knew he's remembering Keith and I gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt him stand up and walk. My stomach felt weird and before Mr. Young put me down, I threw up all over him. He put me down and I continued throwing up.

"Adam. Are you feeling alright?" Mrs. Young asked after I finished puking.

I shook my head and I felt miserable. She kissed my forehead and said I felt unusually warm. A nurse came out and looked me over. The nurse said I have the stomach bug and I need medicine. Mrs. Young thanked her and we went to the car when Mr. Young joined us wearing a new shirt. While we walked, I felt extremely hot and I threw up again. Except I was throwing up blood. I heard my heart beat in my ears and everything hurt. The last thing I remember was Mr. Young picking me up and running towards the hospital. Then I lost consciousness.