Remembering Us

Somewhere in a Truck

I turn around to see a younger boy staring up at me.

"It is you." He says again and I can't help but smile at him even though I have no clue who this kid is. He's got caramel colored shaggy hair, bright green eyes and freckles on his cheeks. I can't understand the look on his face. He's not smiling, and all of a sudden a look of pure hatred takes effect.

"Your brother killed her." He says quietly looking at the ground.

I am at a loss of words trying to figure out what this all means. Who is this boy?

"What?" I stammer not knowing what to say.

All of a sudden he looks up at me and I've never seen so much hate in someone so young.

"Emma died and you lived. That's not fair!" He yells at me and I take a step back not knowing what to say. "Your brother stole her from us!" He says with tears streaming from his eyes and it hits me. Emma.

"What do you even see in my brother? He practically almost didn't graduate from highschool and he's the most obnoxious thing I've ever met." I say laughing as she walks out in a sparkling blue dress. It's like she's glowing, tan and beautiful. She laughs and just shakes her head.

"I guess he just got me." She says with a wink and then a light smile and sighs. "You guys don't see the side of Ben that I see." She continues.

"I don't mind not seeing that side of him." Putting emphases on that and smirking at her. She gasps and walks over and hits my on the shoulder.

"Blakely Adams you should be grounded for assuming that."

"Well am I wrong?" I say laughing and then she gets this wicked smirk on her face.

"Oh no," she starts, "Your right. That's why we keep the door closed all the time. He can't resist this." She says sliding her hands down her body. While doing that someone walks into the dressing room and I burst into a fit of laughter. Her cheeks grow red and she looks back into the mirror. "I really do like this one." She says playing it off.

"I really do too. You look absolutely stunning." I say catching my breath. She needed a dress for junior prom since Victoria Michaels had gotten the same dress as her. Emma couldn't show up dressed the same as someone else. So now we were here looking for a dress that would meet her expectations.

"This is it." She says proudly twirling in front of the mirror in a navy blue a-line prom dress with beaded top and flowy bottom. "I actually like this more then the other one!" She says happily and walks back into the changing room.

Once the dress was paid for and we left the store we spent the rest of the day shopping but didn't buy anything because we both knew we were poor. Emma's parents had paid for her dress so it didn't cost her anything. My parents on the other hand made me purchase mine so I was a little out of money to say the least. I didn't mind though. I didn't believe in my parents buying me everything. I liked getting things myself. It made me feel responsible.

"Just think when Ben and I get married or you and Carson we can be each others maid of honor." She says randomly and I shake my head.

"You'd actually wanna marry Ben?" I laugh and she just blushes and covers her face.

"Maybe."

"Why did you live!" He shouts again breaking me out of my thoughts and I hold back tears. "It isn't fair!" He sobs.

I kneel down and look him straight in the eyes. "I'm so sorry about Emma. I really am." I start. How do you even talk about something like this with a 9 year old. "Life isn't fair. I don't know why I lived and Emma didn't. I don't know why Ben lost control. I don't know why God thought it was the right time for your sister because it wasn't and I'm sorry." I say crying and the boy just stares at me silent tears falling from his cheeks and dripping to the floor. "I'm so, so sorry."