Honey, Im Fine

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Here is my lousy intro

I hope you will enjoy the story

Its gonna be kind of sad

I hope not too sad, to the point where its not even enjoyable

But I guess I can start now

Im nervous

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  Mitch Grassi 1992-2015  was sprawled across the plaque in front of me. This was the day of his funeral. I was standing in front of his body looking down on him, as if I was his guardian angel. But before I tell you about that, let me tell you how I got here. Shall we?

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  "Scottney!" I heard from behind my bedroom door, making me jump up in a hurry. I quickly calmed down as I realized whose voice was there. "Scott, im going to go pick up Mariah from the grocers. Do you want anything while im out?"

    "Uhm," I squinted my eyes, and rubbed my forearm before answering, "You know what, im good, but thanks for asking bud."

    "Ew don't ever call me bud again, or I will pound your face in with a Wyatt bobble head." His sass made me chuckle, "But are you positive? Im willing to buy?"

   "If you ask me again, I'm going to give you a whole list, so I would advise you to go." I said earning a slight smile from the younger boy at my door.

    "Ok I will be back in a few."

With that he left. I was kind of worried, because we never went anywhere without the other. I felt really bad about letting him go alone, but I just shook it off as best friend instincts. But what I didn't know was I should've been concerned. I should have gone with him. I should have saved him.

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   The drive to the hospital, was hectic and worrisome. I was scared. Mitch was not okay, the man on the phone had told me. He got into an argument with someone, in the grocers, and they shot him on his way out. He got shot.

My Mitch

My Mitch

My Mitch

Was dead

  I Jumped out the car, and ran up to the Hospital Doors, and quickly to the Receptionist.

    "I am here for Mitchell Grassi" my breath was gone, "I really need to see him."

 "Ok I will page the doctor, for him to come down and talk to you." She shook her head, and pointed to a seat, "Do you want some water sir?"

   "Yes please." I sounded like a little boy, who just lost his mother

"Ok"

A few moments later the doctor came out with bloody gloves hanging out of his pocket. I panicked and walked up to him with an eager expression on my face.

    "Are you Mr. Hoying?" He asked reaching out to shake my hand, but I never returned the gesture.

 "Just tell me where he is." I demanded.

     "Mr. Hoying, please have a seat." He gestured to the same seat I was in, and I slowly sunk back into my seat next to him.

 "Is he going to be okay?" I asked my face full of concern

      "I am afraid not Mr. Hoying. He lost lots of blood from the shot, which caused it to be very fatal, and the position of the bullet, made it impossible to perform surgery in time to save him." He was staring at me, but me... I was looking at all the people in the waiting room. They looked so happy, to hear good news, and then This man comes out talking all this Bullshit. He is not dead. I will not believe it.

    "No, He is ok right?"

"I am afraid not."

    "Why are you always afraid? You don't have to go through the pain that all these people do. You will never understand how hard this is on people. ON ME!" I yelled that last sentence so I know he could hear me.

  "Sir, im really sorry we did all that we could. You can go to his room still if you would like. Just so you can see him for the last time." He grabbed my hand, and wrapped his fingers around it. I looked up into his eyes, and found sympathy wandering. I shook my head, and we began our journey to a deceased man's room.

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 His body was pale

His face was cold

So was his hands

and his feet

and his heart

He was gone

A red patch was still shown through his torn shirt.

It was where he was shot

Why didn't they clean him up at least, just a little.

I ran my hand through his hair, and stared at his shut eyelids waiting for them to pop open, and scare the Protein Shake out of me.

It never happened

I stared at his chest waiting for it to rise and fall again

It never happened

I stared at his fingers waiting for them to grasp onto my hand

It never happened

My best friend

My other half

The Connie to my Rick

The Nel to my Mike

He was gone

And I wasn't there to save him

It is all my fault