Jeremy's P.O.V
I was at school, during math class, which i was pretty good with. I wasn't a nerd or something like that, i only... I heard the speakers calling my name. "Jeremy Fitzgerald, please go to the principal's room, thank you" What? Did i do something bad? I don't remember doing something... I got up from my desk and walked to the principal's room. When i got there, my dad was there? And he was crying? What was happening? I gulped and entered the room, my father came to me and knelt down, his eyes were red from crying.
"Son... Your mother... She... S-She suffered a car accident... And your brother was with her... He died at the local. Your mom... Is in the hospital. Lets go"
He picked me up, i started crying, my brother was dead and my mom... she was almost dead too. I buried my face in his chest, i could feel the people glancing at us. My dad gently put my on the car, and we drove to the hospital. My father talked with the attendant, i heard my mother was at the "ICU" what was a icu? i had no idea, i was only five. We sat there for ten minutes, my face buried deep in my father's chest. A doctor came in, i could see he was worried.
"Mr Fitzgerald?"
"It's me,how is she?"
"Your wife, she's alive, but she is in a vegetative state. I'm sorry."
"Oh God... She'll never get better then?"
"I'm afraid she won't"
"Oh God"
"Anyways... You can see her now, if you want"
We entered her room, there she was, surrounded by machines, which were keeping her alive. One of them was a heart monitor, beeping on a faint rhythm. My father kissed her on the lips, as the doctor came in.
"Isn't... Isn't there something we can do for her?" My father asked
"Well... The only thing we could do now is wait, or... or we could end her suffering by turning off the machines, but-"
"Do it"
"Mr. Fitzgerald, are you sure?"
"Yes, i can't see her like this, just do it"
The Doctor reached her and started to take off the plugs, and only left the heart monitor.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep......... Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep...............
Good Bye, mother.
~Two Years Later~
I was sitting by the bed where my father was. Since my mother and brother deaths, he became sick, his skin was pale and he had bags underneath his eyes.
"Son?"
I approached him and he took my hand
"Son, i need you... I need you to be strong, ok?" He managed to say between coughs "I wont be here... I wont be here for you"
Beeeeeeeeeep
"Dad"
I shook him
"Dad, wake up!"
I screamed, my uncle got in the room, followed by a doctor, and dragged me away
"Shhhh... It will be ok" He said, as he dragged me out.
~Five Months Later~
Time passed, so did the funerals. And my beloved ones faces. I couldn't look at a picture of them without bursting in tears. Since my father's death, i've been living with my uncles. Things have never been the same since then. Not because of them, they always treated me well, the problem, were the bullies. When i moved to my uncle's house, they moved me to a city nearer their house.
I closed myself in my own world, i wouldn't talk with anyone other than my uncles, and this made my reputation in the school drop. At the very start of it, they would only insult me, bump at me. But with time, things got worse, and one day, i got home with a black eye.
"My God Jeremy, what happened with you?"
My aunt asked, concerned
"I just... I just bumped on a doorknob"
"Oh dear, be more careful, ok?"
"Ok"
I got to my room and locked the door. This started to happen with frequency, and with time, my uncles stopped asking, and me, I started to bare it.
