| C H A P T E R : T H R E E |
I stood there watching this whole thing go down right before my eyes. There were no words to describe how I felt, like all my emotions were paralyzed. My eyes focused on the annihilated car that I would not believe anyone would have survived.
I wish this was all a dream that if I just screamed to the top of my lungs that this would all disappear …
I could hear sirens and blue and red lights flashing brightly coming down the same road.
There must have been 6 or 7 police station cars and two ambulance trucks’ surrounding the crime of the scene. I watched as the police were speculating the car checking for anyone who might have survived... He didn't … Just as I have expected.
I watched them as they picked up the car by the pieces, and what I believed to be sliced up body parts. When they found the body inside the wrecked car, which were splattered with blood, made the body unrecognizable. It seems that they've found another body in the passenger seat as well. So this means he wasn't alone, I thought. I kept standing by my window watching as the crowd of people growing larger; when this happen the police tried keeping everyone away from the accident scene. Soon enough the yellow caution tape was placed to keep anyone from passing through. I could see Mrs. Williams, Zachary's mother running out of her house in her blue and white stripped pajamas. Her husband tried running after her, but he stood there at their front porch, watching her.
I watched as she pushed her way up through the crowd, as she did this I had a feeling she knew it was him. I watched her face so cunningly and watched her face expression going into this dark sad place inside her. She got out of control, breaking down into tears at the sight of blood splattered all over the tracks. That is when I felt a lump rise in my throat; I could hear her loud sobs, and her crying out Zachary's name from my bedroom where I stood.
I saw her body shaking, as if anyone touched her she just might break. A few of her neighbor friends come wrapping their arms around her in a big embrace, comforting her. I felt a warm tear run down my cheek; I have gotten cold for standing so long by the window. I backed away, walking into the darkness of my room. I wish this was only nightmare.
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Kaysly's P.O.V
I stood in the middle of the living room, with my eyes glued to the television screen. As I heard the reporter speaking of a crime, I remember him say.
"Zachary Williams, a teenage boy at the age of 18, from Rivera Beach, got into a car accident at 1:24am. I believe that he has passed away after being hit by a train that was going at 65 miles per hour. Hospital St. Mary's says that he had alcohol in his system at the time, which police officers are not allowing a suing report from the family, because he was a drunk driver meaning it was the victims fault. To hear more about these reports please visitwww.foxnews.com."
They switched the camera back to the news station and started talking about sports. When I heard his name I felt a shiver down my spine, and when the reporter said he died I felt my heart sink to my stomach. I shut the television off and went back into the kitchen, with my peripheral vision I could see my parents cautiously watching me.
As I threw away the remaining of my breakfast and walked out of the room, I as if I was panicking. I close my bedroom door behind me and felt very melancholy, but I did not cry. It was surprising to see someone one day and dead the next. I unplugged my phone from its charger and started dialing Caden's number; he must want someone to talk to since he lost his best friend. I heard it ring, and for a second, I felt like I should hold my breath because this moment was intense.
I didn't know rather he would answer or not. I wanted to know what he was thinking, and how he felt though. After the 8th ring I figured he didn't want to talk, so I slowly hung up in case he might decide to pick up last-minute. After a few more minutes of waiting, I set the phone down only knowing what I could do next.
Whenever I felt like someone was in need of comfort because of losing someone, I would offer a shoulder. But since that person who was close to me wasn't here, I figured to just pray. I put myself in his place and felt a song in my spirit; I began to sing.
"Holy spirit move in this place, breathe a fresh anointing on your people. As we gather in your presence a living sacrifice of praise. Holy spirit moves in this place."
Whenever I song those very exact words I knew I felt the spirit moving in this place. I did not speak tongues like those who felt it, but I did feel a lump rising in my throat and tears rolling down my cheek. Now that the spirit was here with me, I began to pray.
"Oh, Lord, I come here today to pray for Caden and Zachary. Lord, I pray that you can give Zachary another chance to see heaven's gates. Lord, I pray that you can forgive Zachary, and I pray that you are with Caden. Father, I do not know what is going on with him, but, Lord, please protect him and comfort him, for I am not with him. Lord, I pray that you will continue to work in me for Caden, and not only see me but mostly see you. In your name, Lord Jesus, I pray. Amen."
I took a deep breath in trying to relax myself. I whip my tears with the back of my hand off of my face, and just sat there; waiting for a call or something to know that he was alright.
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Caden's P.O.V
After doing completely nothing, which I could not stand anymore, I went to hang out with a couple of friends. I picked up my phone to only see voice messages, text messages, and a couple of miss calls which again I avoided. My parents tried asking me if I wanted to talk about it, and when I refused the first time they just left me alone.
No one to tell me everything's going to be alright, or ask me if I were doing okay. My parents are not the type of people who try to communicate with you, or give you any comfort. They just stop trying on the first try ... If you ask me; well they can all fawk themselves, because I didn't need them anyways.
As soon as I get to my friend Richard's house, I grab a beer from the refrigerator and helped myself.
"Hey, man where you been? I figured you would be coming." He said drunkenly, laying long ways on the couch.
"Well, here I am, and ready to drink away the night." I say popping the cap off the beer and chugging the thickness of it all down.
Pretty soon people will start coming, and it would be the same thing all over again like Zachary never died. I just wanted the image to go away, forget everything with Kaysly and get back to living my life how it was.
If I just went to the party like he asked me to, and just avoided those stupid girls, I might have been able to save his life. He might not have been the best adviser, but he had my back through everything. The last words I said to him where when we were arguing in the hallways on Friday, I didn't speak to him since…
