A/N—I couldn’t really think of what to do for this chapter, and this kinda popped itself into my head! I Hope you enjoy :)
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Over the next two days, my life is very depressing and grieve-stricken. I just sat in my room, and my parents would come in to check on me, but they would see that I would be either asleep, or staring up at the ceiling, so they would leave.
When my mother would walk in to bring me lunch or dinner, she would pat me on the shoulder with her soft, cautious hands. I would sit up, and she would look at me with her deep blue eyes. I have my mother’s blue eyes, and my dad’s dark brown hair. The look she gives me-and everyone for that matter-is always sympathetic and soothing. She would hand me my meal, and she would leave the room quietly, without saying anything. Dad would also come into the room to check on me, but not as much as my mother. He doesn’t have the same soothing and relaxing feeling that my mom projects, but he does a pretty good job of making you at ease. His jokes are quite corny, but they make you laugh, which is always good.
Wednesday was almost as painful as the two days spent in my room, if not more. When everyone saw me, they would tell me how sorry they were about the death of Madison, and they would give me a hug to try and make it better. But my friends were there in a circle around me telling everyone to go away when they were going to come and give me their condolences.
Like that helps to take her out of my mind.
All of my teachers also knew that she had been murdered, and whenever they saw my head in my arms on my desk, they would just walk past or not call on me like they usually would. The bell ringing was the excruciating part of all the classes because it signified that I would have to go back to the torture of all the people and their apologizing that she is dead. They can’t do anything for me now. She’s already gone.
I felt so bad for Harry the most thought. He wasn’t at school either when I was there. He must be so heartbroken. He loved her! They had been dating for 2 years, and everything was going great, Until this...
That night, my parents sat me down in the living room. Alex wanted to join in, but they told him to go away because they wanted to just talk to me alone. He went, but I could tell he knew that it was about Madison.
My parents sat down in the couch on one side of our glass coffee table, and I went and sat on the recliner on the opposite side of them
“Josh, we are worried that since...” My Dad looks up to the ceiling, searching for a word that didn’t sound harsh, “Madison, you know...isn’t here anymore, that you may need to get some help.” His tone was calm and sympathetic, which is a rare occurrence.
“We say this because we are afraid that you being sad and depressed all the time could affect your life in a negative way.” My mother’s eyes look into mine with empathy and comprehension of what I’m going through, seeming as she works in an Emergency Room.
“Are you saying that you’re going to make me go into therapy?” I inquire in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine, “Because I am capable of handling my own problems. I’m not a child anymore.” i finished, affirming them of my age.
“Yes, we know that, and we have taken that into account, but the only problem is that sometimes...” My Mom glanced over at my dad, giving him a stressed look. He looked back and pursed his lips.
“Sometimes you need to reside in someone else to help you with your problems. And we think that it is time for you to talk to someone about it.” Says my dad, finishing my mom’s sentence. His eyes are glued to mine, full of rapport.
“I don’t want to go to a therapist! I don’t want to talk to them! I don’t! I just want everything to go back to normal!” My voice is getting louder and louder after every word that comes out of my mouth, “Why did she have to die? She was innocent! She didn’t deserve it!” I am standing up by the time I finish. I stare into my parents eyes, searching for some hint of thought and life. But they just give me a blank stare. They have never seen me in this state of such distress. I am always happy and making others happy. By their expressions of alarm give their thoughts away.
“Josh, if you just gave it a try-“ My mom started, only to be cut off.
“No! I won’t! I just want everything to go back to what it was before...” My voice starts to trail off, and all the emotion that I have been hiding deep in me, breaks out, and I start to sob. I sink to my knees and bury my head in my hands, trying to hide away from the world. And hoping the world won’t find me.
I hate to break down in front of my parents, but I am positive that they won’t judge me. They know what I have been going through, and they understand. That’s the nice thing about them--they get people.
“Josh, it will be okay, we will get through this together.” My mom coaxes me in between my whimpers as she rushes from the other side of the coffee table and embraces me in her warm arms. My dad follows behind her, and is there to comfort me as well.
We all sit there in silence for a long time. Long enough that I fell asleep sitting on the floor.
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I felt a light tapping on my shoulder after what seemed like a few minutes. I glanced up, to see my dad’s face looking at mine. His eyes looked heavy and he was moving slow, so I guess he had just woken up.
“Hey bud, it’s time to head to bed. It’s three in the morning.”
“What...?” my groggy voice asks him, “but it seems like it’s only been a few minutes.”
“Well, it’s been about 5 hours, so think you better go so you can head for school tomorrow.”
“Okay, I guess I should anyways.” I reach over to him and give him a hug. “Good night dad, and thank you...For everything.” I tell him, and he looks at me.
“Hey, no problem man. That’s what parents are suppose to do. Remember, me and your mother are always going to be there to support you through everything that you need help with. Remember that.”
“I will.” I say as I get released from his hug, and start to walk down the hall to my bedroom. I don’t even take my clothes off to sleep, I just fall onto my bed over the covers, and drift to sleep.
