After school, I met him on the field and we walked to his house. His sister; Gemma, was waiting for us in her car.
"I brought a friend. Can we go now?"
"Hi, I'm Louis..." I said and she smiled.
The car ride was faster than when we were in the police car. Gemma had the radio on. I couldn't anymore. I blocked my ears. The same song was playing. Then it hit me, my favorite song wouldn't be the same anymore, only because of that accident and it's that one that to have been playing right at that very moment.
As I listened to the lyrics, I closed my eyes and I was getting flashbacks. The scene was coming back to me and it felt real, like it had just happened again.
When we got to the hospital, we each went our separate ways again. It was exactly 2:35 on June 24 2008. I heard a scream the exact moment I started screaming. I was in the middle of both my parents bed. I was holding their hands, and they were holding each others' hands too. They didn't say a word, but I was talking to them. I screamed because they were both barely breathing. As much as I wanted to leave them alone to go see who the other person who screamed was, I didn't and I couldn't. I missed my parents so much and was so scared that if I came back, it'd be too late.
I saw some nurses running in the hall. Then I saw one of them holding Harry. He was sobbing and was trying to go back to the room or wherever he was.
I looked at both my parents. Harry needed me right now. Besides, it was all my fault. But at the same time, I was afraid of leaving my parents.
"Mom. Dad. I'll be right back okay." I said, with tears filling my eyes.
My dad let go of my hand but I heard my mom say, Lou.
"Mom? Wait for me okay. Give me a minute." I kissed her on her forehead and let go of her hand, though she was holding on quite tight.
"Wait Lo-..." was the last thing I heard and I went in the halls and saw Harry with a lot of workers carrying him. They were pulling him to a chair nearby to try and calm him down a bit.
"I'll take it from here." I said politely and moved them away from him.
"Hi...Harry..." I grabbed his arms and wiped away his tears.
"Sorry for looking super ugly right now. I can't believe it."
"You're definitely not ugly and it's ok, I understand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. It's pretty much all my fault. I wish we could turn back time, then I wouldn't have argued with my parents and I wouldn't have turn the volume up, then this wouldn't happen..."
"They're gone! Gone! Forever! I can't ever see them again and it's all your fault. What am I supposed to do now? Gemma works and goes to university, she lives with her boyfriend most of the time and my grandparents passed away last year! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? I GOT NOBODY LEFT AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE SORRY CAUSE YOU'RE NOT." he was shouting. It was loud enough that I'm pretty sure everybody could hear because people started coming out of their rooms.
"I...told you...I'm sorry. I actually mean it."
"JUST GO AWAY I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU."
He had tears streaming down his face and he got up and headed toward the boy's washroom.
"HARRY WAIT!"
I followed him in and he was staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was ready to lunch the mirror but I stopped him.
"Take a deep breath, it'll be okay...I promise."
He looked angry and like he was about to kill me, but then his facial expressions changed after a while.
"I need to go."
He immediately left without saying another word. As I stepped forward, I heard the door open, "AND DON'T FOLLOW ME. I need some time alone to think. DON'T TELL GEMMA WHERE I WENT EITHER."
I also left and went back to my parents room. They were holding hands and their heads were both turned so they were looking at each other in the eyes. But one thing looked weird, they weren't moving. Barely at least.
"Mom, dad?" I said softly.
"We took them off life support; they wouldn't have made it anyway. It's been a while since you left, we thought it'd be better if we didn't ask you..."
