Our First Encounter

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Recap: "You don't have to... It's just, you'll have to one day. Better sooner than later, they've been waiting for forty minutes." He said and I looked back over to him with tears in my eyes. I don't want to go, but I don't want to go later either. I put my hand out and Nathan grabbed onto it walking me towards his red Kia Optima. He opened the passenger door and closed it as I got in. He walked to his side from the back of the car and I found myself following his every move. His hair was shorter than before and he looked really tired. I didn't say anything about it, I just sat back and waited to get to our destination.

I looked out the window and the car was in complete silence. No words had been said... So quiet. I was so uncomfortable so I broke the cruel silence.

"Can you play music please?" I said to Nathan and he jumped at the sudden sound.

"Oh... Umm, yeah sure." He said flicking through the stations. He passed a couple songs I liked, but I kept my mouth shut. He's been acting different and I know it's because of the crash and all, but I don't want to get babied. He finally stopped at a station. I swear, this had to be the most depressing song ever. I guess it really fits the mood.

"Your mom seems nice..." I said and sunk in my seat a little.

"Yeah, I still can't wait to move out. She gives me no privacy." He said casually. Well, I'm sure she cooks everything and keeps everything nice and tidy too. Like my mom. My mom didn't bother me too much... Yeah, we had our chats, fights and all, but she gave me alone time.

"Your dad doesn't talk much, he didn't say one word to me." I said. He really didn't, he just sat and watched tv. Lame.

"He doesn't talk much to me either." He said. Wow! Instant connection. I can relate to that one. Nathan didn't seem talkative at all, but then again... He wasn't very talkative. I'm always the one to begin a chat, mainly.

"Is there a song you'd like to listen to?" He said in a low tone. Dang, he seems more sad than me. I mean... Of course I'm sad, I just don't feel like crying right now.

"Umm... Not specifically." I said quickly. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly. Man, he's being boring. I hate car rides, definitely now. I hate them more.

"Talk to me!" I yelled and he stuck me this sad sappy look. Seriously? This is going to be a long ride. So... Am I going to be living with him now? I let my head hit the window roughly and drifted back to sleep.

-like ten minutes later or so-

"Hey, Adam... Wake up, we're here." He said. He turned off the car already and he was at my door tugging at my sleeve lightly. I got up and blinked rapidly, it's so bright out here. Nathan kept his grip on my sleeve until we got to the entrance, like I was going to run away or something. Seriously... Where would I even go? The men from yesterday were waiting in some chairs nearby the door... With another guy. We walked and walked down this maze of a hallway, down some stairs and Boom, we stopped. As soon as we stopped a man walked out of the the door in front of us, labeled 'morgue'. What's the point of this...? They know they're my parents already, this is just torture.

"Ready?" The guy said and I shook my head and walked into the room. There were three gurney beds laid in the room and I know who lied under each. Their bodies were under a sheet... But I can still see the shape of them. Nathan stood outside of the door and the men did also. The other guy lifted the sheet slowly on each of them and I couldn't help the tears that followed. The man put the sheets back on to cover their faces, he realized that I recognized them... But I stopped him.

"I want to say goodbye." I said trying to stop the tears. I walked over to my dad first and began my speech.

"Dad... I'm sorry I couldn't be the best son. I wish I could've been better, so you'd notice me. Sorry that I was never enough... Never good enough. I love you dad... I wish I had more time with you, because I had no time with you. Goodbye." I said wiping the tears from my face. His body was pale and he had cuts across his face. I walked passed him and went over to my little brother.

"Gosh... I really wish you weren't in that car. I shouldn't have been so mean to you... I mean, I'm sorry. I love you, I wish you got to grow up. Sometimes I was confused on which one of us was older because you were so mature and serious about everything. You should've went to school that day... I know you weren't sick. I really miss you, bye little brother." I said to him, leaning down, I kissed his forehead softly. He had a little slash on the bottom part of his chin, but otherwise no injuries on his face. I stepped back and ruffled his hair a little, then walked over to my mom. I looked at her face and looked away instantly, her face was all bruised up and there were scratches on her eyelids. I couldn't make out anything to say, but 'goodbye'... Which now, is one of my regrets.

"It's them..." I said avoiding eye contact. I walked out the door with my head down and shoved passed the men and Nathan. Nathan placed his hand on my shoulder, but I ignored it. That's when the depression really hit me. I walked down the hallways trying to remember the right directions and I could hear Nathan following. He kept his distance and I walked faster. I got to the entrance we came from and shoved open the doors and went to the car. The door was locked so I sat on the ground and placed my head in my knees. I couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried, the haunting picture of my mom kept jumping into my mind. Soon after I sat Nathan came over to me and sat down. He didn't touch me, but I saw him crying from the corner of my eye.

"We should go." I said and I got up. Nathan wiped away his tears before turning in my direction. He walked to the front seat and sat down. The whole ride back to his house was silent... No music, no talking.

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