All things fall apart. I used to think my family would be together forever and they would never leave my side. I was wrong. I was wrong sooner that I thought. I don't remember much of that night, for it was all a blur. I remember seeing a tree, our car slip in half, and a what seemed to be a blurry person. Or an animal I can't remember. I remember seeing my mother in the passenger seat, blood smeared on her smooth and welcoming face. Her head was leaning back, she died. I remember seeing my father, his face in the wheel covered by his blood. He was gone too. After I saw the blurry person, or animal, I passed out. I lost a lot of blood that day. And I have a scar across my chest from where a piece of glass cut my chest. I always have dreams of when I was nothing but a small child. My dreams aren't always dreams. Sometimes they're memories of my past. One of my memories is when I was 8 years old. My dad and I were just having a catch. Tossing around the old pigskin he used to say. My mother was inside, cooking her famous penne vodka. My dreams never finish, I always wake up right when I start to miss them too much. The last time I had one of those dreams was yesterday. All I can say is that we were outside. We were laying down on the grass because we just went in a picnic.
"You see all of those stars?" My mom would say to me.
"Mom, it's day time. How could I possibly see the stars?" I said to her.
"Well my little star," she used to call me, "close your eyes. Focus on my voice. Pretend it's an island. Can you see it?" She asked.
"I see it. Oh my god. It's so beautiful. It's like all of them are actually here." I used to say.
"That's because they are. The stars never leave. But we will have to someday. You know that right my little star?"
"No. You two are going to stay here with me forever. You will never leave my side." I said.
"I'm sorry Marshall. Soon we will have to leave. You will have to find a way to live without us." He father would say.
"I can't. You two are my everything. I love you guys. I hope I never lose you." I said.
"We will be here as long as we can, but we aren't leaving anytime soon." My father said to me. All I wish for them back. I would give anything for them here with me. If I only knew that that was going to be the last time I spoke to them, I would've said so much more. After that night, everything changed. My parents were no longer here with me. They were no longer at my side. Here I am, eight years later, 16 and living alone. Eight years ago I realized something I would never realize with my parents. All things fall apart.
