You Are My Happiness (Ianthony)

Chapter 3 - Well.. Is he okay?

After a bit, a surgeon approached me. He introduced himself as dr. Cooper. He seemed familiar, like I've met him before. 'Probably not' I thought and brushed the idea away.

"Is Anthony okay?! Please tell me he's alive!" I blurted out. Dr. Cooper looked at his hands and sighed. Oh no. Please. No. Tell me he's okay!

"He didn't make it. He had life threatening inner damages and he lost a lot of blood. I'm deeply sorry, Mr. Hecox. We did everything we could." dr. Cooper replied and patted my shoulder.

My legs felt like jello and I fell to my knees. I whispered "No this can't be happening. He's not dead. He can't be" over and over again. Dr. Cooper walked away to give me some time to process the terrible news. I appreciated it. Then after a while, two policemen came up to me. They explained that Anthony hadn't worn his seatbelt and a drunk-driver had crashed into his car. A witness called an ambulance and the police. The drunk-driver died before the paramedics arrived. Good. Or I would've killed him with my own hands.

I proceeded to drive home. The drive normally takes about fifteen minutes or so, but now it felt like only a couple of minutes. My mind was occupied by the thought of Anthony. Why did he have to drive to Kristen? If he didn't he would have...

No! I can't blame Kristin for this. She didn't do anything wrong. Well.. She did take more of his time that meant I got less and less time with him alone. It didn't seem to bother me that much, but now that I think about it: It did. Before she came into the picture, we would hang out all the time. I remember when we categorized our friendship as "Always and Forever". Then I commented that it sounded a bit gay. No offense! After that we said "Always and Forever - but we're not gay!"

The memory brought tears to my eyes. I miss him so much. I still can't believe he's gone. It was too soon. He was too young. We were acting as usual this morning, like we had our whole lives ahead of us. And shortly after, he dies. This can't be for real. What are the odds for something that ironic?

I recognized my thing for trying to joke when I was sad or depressed, it's stupid. This isn't something to joke about. My best friend died and I don't know what to do. I should probably call Kristin and tell her.

Then a thought approached my mind; why didn't anyone call her? He was on his way to her, and she should've been among his favourite contacts. But Tanya told me when I came to the hospital that I was the only on the list. How weird.

I brushed it away for now, and I parked in the so familiar garage to our house. I went inside and expected to see him sitting on the couch like nothing happened. When the couch was empty, I checked his room as well. Then when I came back to my mind and realized I would never see him in our house again, I got hit by the feeling of pure loneliness. The house was so unbelieveably big and empty without him in it and his smile and laughter to bright it up.

I reached for my phone and called Kristin. Oddly enough, I had her number. After a few seconds she answered,

"Ian?"

"Hey, Kristin."

"What's the matter? You sound so different. Did anything happen? And oh.. Anthony was supposed to visit a few hours ago, do you know where he is?" she asked. My eyes got watery and my vision got blurry. I took a hold on the kitchen counter to keep me up. The words I had to tell seemed stuck in my throat.

"Kristin, I... Well, Anthony..."

Author's Note: I guess I had to post another chapter :p 39 reads combined?! That's awesome! Thanks! I have now received my new computer so I will get more time to write :) Chapter 4 is almost complete, but I'm still stuck on how to continue. So after I've posted the fourth chapter, it may be a while until the fifth etc.

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