Reading Notes From the Underground

One Burning Question

No matter how many pillows I put over my head, I could not block out the sound. It was repetitive, and I didn't have the energy to respond. So I laid there miserable in bed, praying they would just go away.

Knock after knock. I knew it wouldn't stop even if I said something, but I had no other choice.

I got out of bed, freezing and irritated. Storming toward the door. They have some nerve coming here asking questions, in which they would hate the answers to.

I mean I miss him too, along with the rest of the world. But, it just despises me the way they say his name. The way they talk about him like he is never coming back, just kills me.

I open the door to multiple flashes of lights. Cameras everywhere were getting closer and closer to my shocked face, there's even more people than yesterday.

I froze, eyes wide. Anger started to rush, and I flashed back to the last time I saw him. The argument, the car pulling up, the gunshot, the blood- oh god make it stop!

I snapped back to reality, the press was shouting questions. But the one question that made my heart stop and stomach drop. The only one I paid any mind to. Came from a man much taller than me, wearing a suit.

He screamed, "Do you blame yourself,I mean, you were there! Don't you think you could have stopped it?" I stared at him. What hit me so hard, was the fact that he was right.

I could have stopped it. Why didn't I? Why couldn't I save him? I loved him, and he's gone. That's why I couldn't accept it. That and the question everyone keeps asking me. Why did it happen?

I'm sorry, Im just as lost as you. Sadly, Now only my dreams bring him back to life, and I miss Dylan Alvarez every time I open my eyes.