Chapter Two

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I wasn't allowed to return to school until my injuries healed. So I was put on bed rest. Aunt Kiki came into the room with something that smelled to be soup. "How are you doing Gary?" She asked with a cheerful smile. I wanted to say what I thought but refused to. I didn't respond which made Aunt Kiki worried. So she set the bowl of soup down and began to tickle me. I let out a few laughs but then yelled at her to stop. "Well at least we got a word out of you!" She said and then commenced to feeding me the soup. It was warm and tasted sweet.

I couldn't help but recall what had happened before the crash. Mom and Dad were arguing when suddenly a car crashed right into us. I heard that it was a drunk driver. I didn't believe it. When I looked around, I saw that Mom had broken her neck with Dad having been suffocated by an air bag. Quinn had been crushed and Alice had been hit with glass which pierched some of her vital organs. I on the other hand had survived. But why? Why take 4 when you could've taken an entire family? It hurt me to remember their faces. I felt myself surrounded by darkness and spirits. Aunt Kiki kissed my forehead and turned on the TV.

A movie played which only made me cry. I muffled out most of my cries. The grief and guilt was driving me to insanity. I tried to sit up but it hurt. Yet, it helped a bit. I looked at the phone on my bedside. I could call Professor Conroy. No, you can't. She won't help. I heard one of my voices say. I looked up at the TV where two kids were playing with one another. That only reminded me of Quinn and Alice.

Later that night, I cried myself to sleep. This would become normal for me as I couldn't stop thinking of the incident. The blood, the screams, the pain.

I decided to end it all.

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