BEACH ~~ emma wilson

2: the news

May 19, 2019

Mom called me from the hospital today. Lucas died during the night. She called me early, around 4:30 am.

Noah has a bathroom attached to his room, so I went and sat in there. All day yesterday, him and his siblings were being brats to me. I hate them.

I sat in the bathroom, crying. I stayed in there for a while, till 5:45.

Noah must have woken up from my crying. He got up and came to the bathroom.

"Can you be quieter in there?! I'm trying to sleep!"

I didn't respond, just cried harder.

"Are you crying?" He asked, his voice still mean.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't! Can you just stop! I want to sleep!"

I got up and pulled open the door. He was standing right outside. I was about to slam the door and cry again when my phone rang. It was Mom.

"Hello? You're coming to pick me? Okay, thanks..."

I hung up. Noah looked at me.

"So Lucas is out? You're all going home?"

"No. Lucas is dead!" As soon as I said that, I started crying again.

Then, something crazy happened. Noah hugged me! He kept me in his arms till I calmed down a bit.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I don't know... sorry."

"Okay, well I'm going to pack. My dad's coming to pick me up. He's taking me to the hospital to say b-bye." My voice cracked as I said that. I started picking up my stuff and was ready in 10 minutes.

I went downstairs and Mrs Johnson was there. She was smiling, all happy, so clearly no one told her.

"Hello Emma! What would you like for breakfast?"

"Nothing, my dad's coming to pick me."

"Okay! Is Lucas better?"

I shook my head and started crying again.

"Oh! Emma, I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine, I'm gonna wait outside."

She nodded and said bye.

My dad came and I sat in the car. I saw that he was crying too, even more than me.

"Dad? Should I drive?"

He nodded and got out. I moved to the drivers seat. I was allowed to drive as long as there was an adult in the car.

We got there and went up to Lucas's room.

My mom was there, next to the bed. In the bed was a pale, lifeless Lucas.

Mom came over and hugged me. I was frozen. I never got to say goodbye to him, but now he was gone.

Mom left go of me and I went over to Lucas. I held his hand and kissed him. Then I sat there crying. Both my parents were watching. I sat for a long time. I heard my parents leave to call everyone else.

I somehow fell asleep next to him. When I woke up, I saw the Johnsons there.

They were standing in the doorway and sitting on the chairs.

They came to see Lucas and Mrs Johnson started crying. The Johnsons decided to go to the cafeteria while my parents discussed funeral plans in another room.

I heard Noah say he'll go to the bathroom and come, but he came over to me instead.

"Look Emma. We've never gotten along, but maybe we could change that? Like completely restart?"

"Okay... why? I mean sure and I agree, but why now?"

He just shrugged and started talking.

"Hi, I'm Noah Johnson. I'm your neighbor and I thought we could be friends?"

"Sure, I'm Emma Wilson, by the way."

When he talked again, his usually mean and sarcastic voice was different. It was softer, quieter, genuine.

"Do you want to stay here? Or go eat something? Do you want me to leave?"

"I'm staying. You can do whatever...I don't mind."

"Okay, I'm gonna get food. Bye..."

"Bye"

I sat there next to Lucas. My dead brother.

I couldn't stop crying, and thinking: my dead brother: Lucas.