A Quiet Key

Chapter 2

                I didn't want to think about my parent's death and how my brother hadn't been found. The police had figured out that my parent's death was a double suicide, and that my brother was missing, at least that was what the proof showed. I'm sure you think it's weird how I never tried harder to look for him, but I wanted to forget about him. I didn't want to think of what was thought to be the truth: that my brother had left me to deal with our parent's death and ran away to who- knows- where.

                The day Jake came was a normal day for everyone.  But since our school was a small one in Brady Lake, Ohio, the town with a population of 460 everyone knew each other. So everyone knew he had recently moved and immediately flooded him with questions. I didn't pay much attention thinking he was like every other person in our school, easily learning not to try to talk to me unless it was for a school project or some other necessity. But, unfortunately, I was wrong, very wrong.

                His locker was next to mine and when he found it (with the help of his new "friends") he waved and Introduced himself happily with a grin, "Hi, I'm Jake".

                "Oh really? Cool." I replied and I walked away. I admit that was very rude of me but he needed to learn not to talk to me quickly. 

                The rest of the day passed by a flash, like normal until finally, it was time to go home to my empty house. Surprisingly this was my least favorite part of the day. First, there was a huge crowd the second the bell rang and when I got home I was forced to remember that, 'Hey, everyone I love is either dead or gone". And so I just stood by the exit of school people pushing past me and talking loudly. While I just stood and thought about the 5 stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I seemed to be stuck on denial and I didn't want to accept. Back then I didn't think I ever would.  Being so deep in thought I didn't notice Jake come up to me.

          "Aren't you leaving?" He asked, a look of pure confusion on his face.

            I quickly nodded and started fast walking away not bothering to look back. He easily caught up though, 

             "So, what were you doing back there?" He asked

           What in the world is wrong with this kid? I thought. I whipped my head to the side where he was and asked: "Don't you have somewhere to go?" with a powerful glare.

          But he just answered with an innocent smile saying, "Nope I'm just going home. What about you?"

         By now I had gotten very annoyed. "Same," I replied my tone dripping with venom. Hopefully, he would quit being so dumb and take a hint. 

       "Well, see you tomorrow." He waved and jogged off. 

       I sighed deeply, it had only been about 10 minutes but I was mentally drained. I just wasn't used to saying more that one word to a person, sadly though I would have to get used to it in the days to come. 

  A/N Thank you for reading and don't forget to comment on whatever.