Alex's Story

Chapter 16

Everyone piled in the double doors, saying how sorry they were for our lost. Black. That's all I saw, except for the red roses on the podium near Ethan's casket. "Do you need anything?" Brandon whispered in my ear. Yes, I need a lot of things. I need my brother back. I need to get away. I need to relieve all this pain. I haven't eaten anything since Ethan died, two days ago. I lost 15 pounds and I look beautiful, to say the least. I have on a white dress with black designs on it. I wore white to represent new life for Ethan. I know he's up in the sky roaming with Dinosaurs right now.

"No I'm fine." I lied giving a small smile. Brandon tugged at my waist and pecked my lips.

"Everything will get better. You'll see him someday." He whispered giving me another kiss on the cheek and pulling away. He grabbed my hand as my mom asked everyone to grab a seat.

"Thank you all for coming. Ethan was a hopeful little boy. He loved everyone he met. He was always saying, 'Mommy, quit crying. I'll get better. just wait and see.'" My mom started as a couple of tears streamed down her cheeks. "He was always my little fighter. He was my hero. My soldier. My rock. My everything." She sobbed more. I ran up there and hugged her tightly sobbing too.

My mom sat down and there I was at the podium, in front of everyone. "Ethan Northwest. Innocent name for a sweet, loving, innocent boy. He shouldn't have had cancer. He should be still here, with me. To help me guide through my stupid mistakes." I chuckled slightly. "Now here's a presentation Brandon and I set up I his memory." I smiled walking to my seat as the lights dimmed dark. Brandon put his arm on my waist as my mom held my hand.
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We drove home in silence after burying Ethan. I was in the backseat with Brandon, and mom and grandma were up front. "So Alex, how is my girl doing?" Grandma asked.

"Fine." I said blankly. Brandon squeezed my hand tightly, cause he knows that when I say 'fine' I don't mean it.

"That boy of yours is amazing." She said looking back at us. I smiled and looked at Brandon. He was smiling at me too.

"Yes, he is." I said pecking him on the lips.

"No PDA in the car, children." My mom snapped.

"I'll kiss him if I want to kiss him!" I retorted laughing. It's funny how we can still laugh after something devastating happened. I think we were trying to forget that we just buried him, thinking he was still at home with Grandpa or he was at the hospital, smiling with all of the doctors.

"I love you." Brandon whispered in my ear, breaking me from my thoughts. I didn't even notice a few tears were slipping down my face until he wiped them away with his free hand.

"I love you too."