The way he looked at me

3- Facing the Truth

Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep..beeeeep.. Ugh what is that?!?! I tried to move my hand. Nothing. That's weird. I tried to open my eyes. They wouldn't budge. I heard talking in the background. "Well how are we going to tell her?" "Well.. I guess we have to wait and see what she remembers and how she reacts." Who was that? It sounded familiar, and who are they talking about? Wait.. where am I?? I tried to remember stuff but couldn't. I heard someone talking to me. "Jess, I know you're scared. But please come back to us?! We miss you." Was that Dylan? "Please." I felt someone grab my hand, it was Dylan! I used all the strength I had and opened my eyes. "Dylan?" I said. He pulled his head up. "JESS?!" I laughed, "hey" "Are you ok?!" he asked frantically. "Ok? Why wouldn't I be ok?" "well.. you kind of black-" "Jesy!" my dad said as him and the nurse walked in. "Hi dad." he came over and wrapped me up in a big hug. "How you feeling?" "Will someone please tell me why I wouldn't be ok?!" I asked. Did I like about die or something? "You don't remember?" dad asked. "remember what?" "what happened yesterday?" I tried to remember.. I remember waking up crying, getting in a police car to do something, walking in the woods and finding.... wait, what did I find? OH MY GOSH "MOM AND CAM!!" I yelled. they nodded their heads. "Yeah.." I starred at them. "well? What happened?" I asked dreading the answer. "Well their was a drunk driver that ran into them on Cams side of the car and both cars went tumbling off the road and then two other cars hit them and so mom and Cam went flying into the woods." my dad said. I can't believe it. "wait so where are they??" "they're here." Dylan said. "Home?" "no we're in the hospital." "Hospital?!" what? hospital, since when? "Yeah, you passed out after you found them." "Oh yeah... so that's why you keep asking if I'm ok?" "yeah" My dad said. "Oh.." a tear fell from my eye. I didn't even know I was crying! "let it out Hun." my dad told me. "I don't have anything to let out." I said. The nurse walked in. "How you feeling Jessica?" She asked. "Good, but I have a little headache." I replied. "Ok, that's a little normal. So I'm not too worried about that." "ok." she checked my blood pressure and all that. After she left I asked my dad if I could go see my mom and sister. "No, hunny." "Why?!" "They're not really... ok." what? "Ok?" I asked. "Yeah. They're in pretty bad shape sweetie." I looked at the wall. I hope they make it.

I opened my eyes. I guess I fell asleep. I looked at the couch. Dylan and my dad were asleep. I decided to get up and see if I could find my family. I got out of bed and started walking to my door. "Hey Jess." shoot. I turned around and saw Dylan. so close! "Uh hey.." "where you going?" he asked. "I was going to go talk to the nurse." as if on cue the nurse walked in. "Oh good! You guys are up." My dad woke up. "Oh hey Jess." I just looked at him then back at the nurse. "Can I see my mom and sister now?" I asked her. "well actually that's what I came in to talk about.. they just went in for surgery but they... won't wake up." I looked at her with disbelief all over my face. "NO. NONONONO. They have to wake up!!" I yelled. I started balling. Dylan grabbed me and took me to the bed. He hugged me. "I'm afraid they... they didn't make it. I'm so sorry." she left the room. "Why??!! Why did they have to go!" "Jess calm down babe." my dad said. I cried into Dylan's shirt. Why did this have to happen? I kept crying. I was crying for maybe 3 hours. "Jess you ready to go home?" my dad asked. "No." I replied. I wanted to just sit there, ball my eyes out and just die. "Come on. Lets go honey." Dylan came over and helped my dad with the stuff. The whole way home I starred out the window. I think its obvious that I'm taking it the hardest. When we got home I went straight to my room. I locked the door and turned on my music. I was listening to Ed Sheeran This. its my favorite song.

*NEXT DAY*

We have to discuss the funeral today. I sighed. I got out of bed and looked at the clock. 11:30. wow its pretty late. I went to my mirror. ew I look awful. my hair was everywhere I had makeup under my eyes and mascara down my cheeks from crying. I went and got in the shower. When I got out I put on some sweats and put my hair in a bun. I went downstairs and Dylan and my dad were at the table. Dylan looked up at me, he had tears rolling down his cheeks. it broke my heart into a million little pieces. He never cries. I walked over to him and hugged him from behind, "Please don't cry Dyl. I hate when you cry." I looked at the table. They were making those one video things. I looked at my dad. He was starring at a picture. "what is that dad?" I asked. He looked up and half smiled. He handed me the picture, it was of him and my mom at their wedding. I looked up at him, he started to get more fresh tears. Ok now I wasn't the only one crying. I sat down by them and started helping them.

We looked up at the clock, it was 4:58. "well what do we want for dinner?" My dad asked. Me and Dylan looked at each other. "CHINESE FOOD" we said at the same time. My dad laughed and went to call them. He came back. "ok its on its way. and guys I know this is gonna be hard for you. But please try not to hold in your tears ok? Dylan I know that you don't like crying but if you hold them in then you are gonna get worse." "Ok dad." "Now I called the school and they said you don't have to make up the work for the days you miss. I'm taking you out of school for a week after the funeral. The funeral is Friday. So we're going to be busy." "ok" me and Dylan said. He went upstairs to shower. Me and Dylan looked at each other. "Well this is gonna be fun." he said. "Yeah, if your name is Dylan." I joked. We laughed then went to watch some movies. Well, I hope the funeral doesn't come soon. I don't want to go.