927 Miles

Chapter 15

I hear my alarm clock going off, and I slowly get out of bed. "Thank you, God for waking me up this morning. I head over to the bathroom but decided to head out and visit Robby's room. Good morning, Robby." I head back into my room to go into the bathroom and take my shower. I give Libby a hug. "Love you"

"Love you too," Libby said. As we both head out the doors onto our school bus. Everyone was quiet because summer was over. We stop at the same light Robby and I had stopped at months before. It was the beginning of September, and it had been 5 months since Robby was gone. For the rest of the summer, our house was quiet. Libby and I talked more and Mom stayed in her room. Patsy fired me because I just stopped showing up. It begin to appear to me that the light of everything faded away. We arrived at the school I see Tracy and Steven. Tracy sees me and immediately ran to me and gave me a hug.

"How are you, Juliette,"  she asked giving me a big hug.

"I'm okay don't want to be here so many memories of Robby flow back into my mind." We head off to class and in every class I was just thinking about, Robby. All throughout the day everyone gave me cards and told me they are sorry for my loss. I pick up my lunch and go outside and cry against the wall. I missed him so much. "God, why not me?" I cried. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and it's Keith.

"I'm really actually really sorry for all I said last year about you and Robby," he said with a sign and walked away.

Finally, the last bell rings and I decided to walk home. I go to the park where Robby used to wait for me every day when I had community service. Looking over everything I remembered Robby and I loved that park, and how we would hold each others' hands on the swings. Tears start to roll down my eyes. I walk home. Mom is still in her room when I walk through the door. Dad is cooking dinner. We all gather around and pray for our meal. We ate and no one said a word. After eating we all headed to our room and ended the night separately. I could hear Mom crying in the middle of the night and praying. Robby was really gone. Even though I told my family about the night Robby died and the guilt I felt they reassured me that it wasn't my fault. I didn't take Robby's life but in the end, it felt like I did. When my mom cried I feel deep down that I am the reason for the tears everyone cries. They may say it wasn't my fault but in their words, I knew it was my fault. I prayed for strength during these extremely hard times with these feelings and being able to come to the realization that Robby isn't coming back and he'll never be able to come back.