11:11pm

Ian

"I have to go murder. Bye!" E said and hung up.

His butt. I sat there in silence, hand still over my mouth, and thought about what I just saw. E's butt.

But I mean it did look hella fine, not gonna lie.

I set my phone down on the counter and rub my face. Trudging over to the cabinet, I reached in and grabbed a glass. I watch my glass fill with water, trying desperately to distract myself. I take a sip and set my glass down.

"I saw his butt," I whisper to myself, chuckling slightly.

It was so freaking weird, but I couldn't get it off my mind.

It was just a butt, everyone had one, but it was weird seeing his. I shook my head to try to clear the thoughts, and drank the rest of my water.

It was 11:49. But I put my glass in the dish washer, and headed to my room to sleep.

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I woke up at 2:05, and E had blown up my phone. I groggily fumbled to reach it and scrolled through all the spam. Unlocking it, I looked through the messages and smiled at all of them.

E: NO, cASS NDNSA

E: Hey Mr Sexy 😏😏

E: I just wanna slaher u in my Kisses 😘 😏😏😏❤️❤️❤️

E: Did ya like what u saw earlier? I got lots more ware that came from 😏

E: vsjisbh nO

E: *audio message* "CASS STOP, FUCK OFF"

*silence*

"NO."

E: *audio message*

"LITTLE JEW BOY GIVE IT NOW"

"NO"

"FUCK YOU."

*fumbling sounds*

"OOOO, NO, YOU SHOULD BE SAYING THAT TO IAN, 'CAUSE WE KNOW THATS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO."

"AND WE MEAN THAT LITERALLY."

"GO TO HELL, AZRAEL"

"ALREADY HAVE BEEN, DIDN'T AGREE WITH ME."

"WELL, GO BACK, CAUSE NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOUR FACE."

"GUYS, STOP QUOTING SUPERNATURAL."

"STOP BEING AN ARROGANT BAG OF DICKS, AMOS."

"FUCK YOU, CASS."

Shaking my head, I set the phone down and stared at my ceiling.  My phone started buzzing, and picking it up, I unlocked it. Neal was calling.

I jolted upward and answered it quickly.

"Neal?! Is everything okay?!"

"Huh? Wh-oh, yeah. I'm just driving so I couldn't text you. Everything is fine, kiddo," he said. I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"I'm on my way over to your house now. Want to go see your mom?"

I nodded vigorously, but then realized he couldn't see me. I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, um.. - yeah," I said. "I'll go get ready."

"Oh, no need to do that! She's coming to see you!"

"What?? W-w-Wait," I stuttered out, shock enveloping me. "S-she's out of her coma??

"Yup. Doctors called me at about 10, and said she woke up. They did some check ups, and everthing is working well. They decided that she could go free, for now that is. But they just had a flu breakout there, and they think that if she catches it, she could return to the coma, so they're going to let her come home. You have to help her a ton though. She's still really groggy, and probably in some pain. I'll be staying with you guys just for awhile, but I have to go to work in three hours, unfortunately."

I sat on my bed in disbelief. Just yesterday, she wouldn't wake up. No stimulation could get her up. But now, she was coming home.

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I perched in the chair, waiting. Neal had sent a short text to me when he stopped for gas.

Stopping for gas. 30 minutes.

And ever since that text, I waited in my chair, unmoving. It's was about twenty minutes into my wait when I realized that the house was kinda messy, so I straightened up a bit.

Grabbing a duster, I swept dust off the coffee table, the bookcases, the TV stand. I frowned at all the dust that was coming off. Then, sneezing, I wiped off the fan too. I saw that one of the lights had burnt out, and I bounded into the garage, looking for a replacement. I snatched up a bulb, but almost dropped it when a car drove by.

I could hear it zoom away, but my heart had skipped a beat when I first heard it, thinking it was Neal and my mom. I sighed, and then headed back in.

Replacing the burnt bulb, I tossed the old one in the trash. But it bounced off, and shattered on the ground. I groaned. Grabbing the old blue broom, I swept the shards into a pile, careful to get every piece. I swept the pile into the dustpan and slowly shook the crud into the trash. The glass tinkled when it fell into the can.

I replaced the broom to its rightful place, making sure it stayed and wouldn't fall. I've placed it in the closet (heh, in the closet) before in such a way that it managed to hit a glass jar off the shelf and scare me half to death. I then had thought the house was haunted after that.

Closing the door, I looked at the time. It's been 29 minutes. I paced back and forth in the tiny kitchen. My heart pounded. I had no clue why, considering it was just my mom and Neal, but it felt like she was coming back from the dead.

Dead.

I shook my head. No, Ian, don't even think about that, I thought to myself, but it was too late...

My mind flashed back to May 30th, 2014. It was the day of my 8th grade promotion, and I was getting ready. I remember the embarrassing neon pink tie I wore, but I was so proud of it because my date, a girl named Maria, was wearing a dress made of the same color, and I thought it looked awesome with my all black suit.

My mother was spiffing my hair, and telling me how handsome I looked every five seconds, laughing every time I turned red. Dad and little Sarah went to the store to buy a last minute bouquet for me to give to Maria. When I called them to check on when they were going to be back, they were very secretive, and just kept saying calm down, we'll be back in a minute! (I later found out that they had gotten me a very pink, yet very elaborate cake for me and Maria.)

I was pacing in the living room, and the phone rang throughout the house. I rushed to get it, but my mom got it first, smiling.

Then her smile melted off her face.

The phone clattered to the ground.

And the wailing pierced my eardrums.

My sweet little sister and my jokester of a dad.

Gone.