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

Chapter 14

"I didn't die Adam," Matthew told me as he gently wiped away my tears. "I went into a coma for two years. And when I woke up I came to find you."

I felt overjoyed that my best friend isn't dead but something is off. He was shimmering.

"Dad do you see Matthew too?" I asked him.

"Yeah. If he seems to be shimmering its 'cause the sun is in your eyes," dad said.

I stepped to my left and Matt stopped shimmering. I hugged him again and he hugged me back.

"So why does my little brother look like an orange?" Matthew asked.

"You're not my brother. You're my best friend," I said while still hugging Matt.

"Adam. M-my parents are in the hospital so I'm staying with you for a while," Matt told me as he kissed my forehead.

I let go of him and told him I'm sorry about his parents. Matt shrugged his shoulders and we went inside. Dad and Matthew helped me take a shower to get all of the paint off. This took all afternoon and by evening my black hair was still orange. It came off my skin though. Mom led me to the bathroom and she got out an electric razor dad uses for shaving. I watched as she switched out the blades and she shaved my head.

"Sorry Adam," she said when I looked in the mirror after she quit shaving. "Your hair will grow back its normal color in a few months."

I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was gone and I looked like a freak. Suddenly, Matthew came in with Austin and the others who laughed at me and made fun of me. Matt attempted to make them stop but they didn't. I ran out of the bathroom on the verge of tears and I went into my bedroom where I slammed the door shut and hid underneath my bed. Once I was under my bed, I stayed there for an hour thinking. My friends are not my friends anymore. I'm all alone. I'll always be alone. Then I heard Matthew come in the room, get me out of my bed, and I saw that he shaved his head too.

"Why did you shave your head Matt?" I asked

Matthew smiled at me and an odd feeling settled in my stomach. I never realized how much I missed Matthew until now. He is the first friend I have that went through my foster parents torture.

"I didn't want you to be a freak by yourself," he explains," besides. It's summer so you're not a freak. And you're not alone. You're never alone."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He changed subject from talking about summer and hair cuts to saying I'm not alone. Matt's scatter brained, I thought while giggling a little. He asked what I was laughing at and I wouldn't tell him. My laughter increased when he tickled me and I still wouldn't tell him what I was thinking. Which is a bunch of things. I thought about how Matthew can't keep on one topic, I thought about how much I hate Frank and what my friends are doing right now. But I mostly thought about Brielle. I wish she's here.

"Maybe I am Adam," she said beside me, "maybe I am here somewhere in Owatonna. Maybe I escaped from the slaughter six years ago."

Brielle disappeared and Matt stopped tickling me. I walked over to where Brielle stood and I picked up a piece of paper. The note was small and it had childish handwriting on it. It told me to keep looking for Brielle and I'll find her by next year. I showed the note to Matt and my parents. They didn't look too happy about my fantasy idea about my sister being alive.

The next year came fast. First grade was easy, Frank stopped picking on me and I became friends with Austin and the others again. In the course of the year, Matthew's parents died,mom and dad adopted him, my hair grew back brown instead of black and it's curly, and my hope of finding Brielle was shattered. She did, in fact, get murdered along with my parents. My dream turned to dust and soon Christmas rolled around. Matthew turned thirteen back in August and I turned seven in July. Now Matt and I sat in his room wrapping presents on Christmas Eve.