I wake up and walk outside. Andy's car is on the curb and he's sitting with his head on the steering wheel crying. "Andy? What Happened?" I ask? "Mitch....He died this morning..." He says, his voice scratchy and rough. "What? No!!! Mitch was like the brother I never had...." I say. I drop to my knees and sob into my palms. My dad comes to pick me up after I shower. I decide not to wear makeup today because I would cry all of it off.
We get to the funeral and I see my mum standing in the back of the room. I run up to her and hug her. She rubs my back. I turn around and Andy is there. I hug him and we go sit down. His daughter, Kenadee walks over to me and I sit her on my lap.
When the funeral is over, I go home and sit on my bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and I stare at the blank TV. "I never got to say goodbye...." I say. I think for a while. "I could just go be with him instead....so I'll never have to say goodbye.."
Just then, Andy runs in. He sits next to me and I lean my head on his shoulder. "You gonna be okay?" He asks. I shake my head no. "I lost my brother....I'll never be okay again..." I say. Andy lifts me up and pulls the blankets down the bed and sets me down and tucks me in. "Get some rest." He says. He kisses my forehead and walks out. I fall asleep soon after.
:Dream:
I dream that me and Mitch are little kids again, playing in the woods, being chased by the neighbors dog. The dog was 5x bigger than us. It jumped and Mitch ran at me, held onto me and pushed us to the side so the dog wouldn't trample me. We would breathe heavily and laugh as we walked back to his house. When we got back he would always show me his new songs or lyrics. They were always amazing. "Promise me, that if I die before my band breaks up, you will take care of these notebooks." He says. I nod.
:End of dream:
I wake up and run to Mitch's house and find the notebooks. I grab them and run home. I keep them safely in the drawer of my art dresser.
