Geoffrey Krueck

Unlucky night

Wednesday, August 9th. It was around 9pm, although I was not keeping track of the time. All through the day I had been feeling extremely disoriented, as if something was off. Something wasn't right. Time passed without me knowing, yet at the same time, it was like time was being held back.

That night at around 6pm, we had left the house for me to buy a new ring. I joked around with the piercer, pretending I felt alright. After I got the ring and my dad stopped at a small convenient store, we decided to take the long way home, and things got weird. Almost like we were being sucked into a wormhole.

We were on a small backroad, heading towards home when my mom and I ended up having a strange conversation. I'm not sure how it started, but it was about handling death with life. How death is hard, but a lot of times when people lose someone, they forget the lives they still have. My pawpaw James, Pawpaw and my Aunt Rita were all mentioned, and somehow I believe it was a sign. She said death is sad but a natural way of life, but sometimes it's not natural. Some things just weren't supposed to happen. Sometimes there's a prevention, but someone chose not to do it.

Once we got home, I immediately went to my room to lay down. I talked to some people on Instagram to try and get my mind off of things, but I couldn't stop thinking about me and my mom's conversation. It was around 8pm when I got distracted watching shows, not caring about the time. The hour flew by and before I knew it, it was 9pm.

I get up to leave my room before turning the light on, resulting in me tripping over some clutter on my way to the door. I wasn't feeling too well. I felt small to the world, I felt insecure for no reason at all, or at least I didn't know why. I left my room to see my parents upset and panicking. I didn't know what was happening. I kept asking what was happening, but no one would answer me.

"Not right now, we need to figure out what's happening." My dad said, panicking out of his mind.

They were crying, which is something that never happens. My dad is a man that never sheds a tear, not even around my mother. I went to the bathroom to think and wash my face off. I was scared to death, on the verge of tears as well. I couldn't help but keep asking for answers, but I still got none. When I reached my hand to open the door I realized how bad I was shaking. I kept telling myself I was being dramatic, but every step I took was shaky and weak. Once I got to my room I immediately went to talk to Kaylee, an online friend. She kept telling me to calm down and not panic, that everything was probably fine, but I knew better. I had a feeling. The same feeling I had been having all week, but 10 times worse.

I hear my mom yelling for my name ringing in my ears. She sounded sad and weak. I didn't want to go, I knew it was bad. I was going as slow as I could, trying to avoid being around the tension as long as possible. I walked slowly to the room and sat at the end of my parents' bed like always. I chose not to say much, it was pretty obvious that I was about to have all my questions answered, but they remained silent for a bit.

"What's going on?" I had already asked that question 100 times, so what harm could one more time do?

I look at my dad, immediately regretting it. He lifts his head and all I see is pure sadness, along with my mom. His eyes were red and watering, his lip was twitching and tears were running down his face. There's no way to describe the look on his face except with one word. Hurt.

He looks up at me with a terrible look in his eyes and I knew something bad was coming.

"Your cousin Geoffery got hit by a car... and died..." He immediately looked back down and proceeded to cry.

"What? How? Why?" I burst out crying, asking questions no one has the answers to. I had never felt so shocked in my life, and I never thought I would. A lump in my throat began to form when I felt my dad's arms wrap around me. I didn't realize it was him, I didn't really care who it was. I dug my head into his arm with only one thought on my mind. Why did this have to happen? What did he do to deserve this? Nothing.