andy's pov-
i remember a lot of things. i remember the sad things, the hurtful things, the happy things, pretty much everything. i wish i didn't. i want to forget a lot of things that have happened. i can't keep up with my mind half the time. i lost my parents at the age of 14. i'm 17 now. i remember everything happening so fast. one minute i was with them the next i wasn't. when i was 14, my mom and dad and i were at a show for my brother cameron. he was getting popular on a social media app that lead him to tour. i flew out a week early so i could get there to cam to help out and see him. my parents planned on coming two days after. they called me as they boarded the plane "i love you andy! i'll see you in cali!" my parents said. i remember hanging up and going out for a ride. i got an alert that a plane had had a collision with another. my eyes were glued to my phone screen. i checked my parents flight number. it matched exactly with the plane that had collided with another. i remember my car going off the road and feeling pain all over. not only was my body in pain but my heart felt as if someone cut me open and ripped it out. my parents were dead. they were gone. i would never see them again. the last words they said to me played over and over agin in my head. next thing i knew i was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
