Hi! My Name's...

Hi! My name's Ethan!

"Kyle, Adam do you hear that?" I ask the other two boys in the car. Kyle's driving and Adam's in the backseat.

"What are you talking about Ethan? I don't hear anything besides the music." Kyle answers.

"It sounds like-" I don't have enough time to answer before the car pulls itself to the right, off the road.

We all scream in terror as we realize that Kyle couldn't stop the car in any way possible. Adam throws his hand on my seat keeping it there with a death grip. The car was heading straight toward the culvert in the ditch. I watch the car being crushed backward towards Adam. We're going to die. I'm never going to see my family or my friends or my girlfriend again. I black out.

I can hear a soft siren in the background. It hurts to breathe or move. I reach my hand up and try to find someone but that doesn't happen. Instead my hand just barley moves yet still lands on Kyle's knee. He doesn't react. No flinch, nothing.

"Ky....le." I manage out.

Once again I get nothing. Very slowly and painfully I turn my head to look at him. He's bleeding so much and he's not moving. He doesn't look like he's breathing either. In that moment it clicked, he is dead.

"Ad...am." I call as best as I can.

Nothing. Is he dead as well? I let my head fall to see his hand still on the seat but the grip isn't tight anymore, it isn't there anymore. Now his hand just rests there. Just as I thought. He's dead too.

I hear walking then a CB going off. Someone talking to the person wearing it. The person gets to the door and sees me. It's a man. I could tell from his voice as he asks questions I can't hear. Suddenly I feel very sleepy and want nothing more than to close my eyes.

"Stay with me boy." The man says.

The last thing I hear before I close my eyes and drift off.

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"Okay guys, you can stop crying now. I'm right here." I say with no response from anyone. "Party! Yes? No? Maybe later? Later? Alright. At the burial okay? You got me?" I laugh.

"And now the high school Varsity Chorale will sing 'Dancing In The Sky.'" The priest man says from the podium.

"This is more than just the Varsity Chorale. There are random choir students sitting and standing around the room." Mr. Young says as my choir stands.

"Britten! Hey bro!" I chuckle putting my hand up for a fist bump but not getting anything from him. "Alright fist bump later then."

"Ethan shut up! I want to hear them sing." Kyle hisses.

I defensively put my hands up then stood in front of the room, in front of the priest, behind Mr. Young, in-between Kyle and Adam, in front of my choir from the audience's point of view for once, in front of a casket.

A wood casket that was sanded down, polished, painted blue, polished again, and covered in writing from people in silver sharpie. A blue, graffitied coffin that held a dead body. My dead body. I am it's protector. I'm there to make sure no one would come and steal it, even if it was the middle of a funeral.

About halfway through the song I notice many people already in tears including the choir singers. I go to walk around when Adam grabs my shoulder. I push his hand away and begin the short journey. I stop by my parents silently wishing they could see me so I could tell them I love them one more time. I walk closer to my mom and kiss her head and put my hand on my dad's shoulder.