The Life of a Freak

Chapter 7

I was unconscious for the next two days. During the time when I was "sleeping", the doctors gave me stitches for the cuts. Most of them were deep from the broken glass shards from the windows.

At first, I couldn't remember how I came to be at a hospital, with cuts all over. And then the memories flooded in.

Mom. Dad. They were dead. Ian's in a coma. Mom and Dad.... I was an orphan now. Mom and Dad... Why? First Kayla, now them...

Of course, losing your best friend is almost nothing to losing your parents. Parents created you, and losing what created you is like losing yourself.

Will they say hello to Kayla from me?

If I could cry, I would. But I was in no state to cry.

I was told that Peter visited me twice a day to see if I had woken up. The nurse also told me that he sat with me for hours straight holding my hand, tears streaming down his perfect face...

But he didn't have the right to cry. His parents didn't die. Mine did. He didn't know how it felt. And yet, I wasn't crying.

I felt guilty for crying when Kayla died and not crying when Mom and Dad died. But I couldn't cry. For Ian, I wouldn't cry and would stay brave, like Kayla.

But Kayla would have cried if her parents died.

Plus, my last words to both of them were:

"Pass the salt"

I'm sorry, but those are not what you say to your parents before they die. You say "I love you" or "you're the best parent ever", but not "Pass the salt".

I'm sorry, but no.

I miss them. I love them. And yet, I'm not crying.