He's Dead to Me

2 months ago

It was a cold Saturday morning when he came to my house last. He knocked on my door softly, careful not to wake my brother, and took my hand in his when I opened the door. He smiled, laughed a little when I blushed, then led me to his car. I watched as he opened the passenger side door for me, bowing to me like I was some princess, guiding me into the seat carefully. His keys clicked as they turned, and the loud roar of his old truck seemed so familiar, so comforting, that it made me want to sleep. Our silly conversations carried on as we drove farther and farther from home. His voice seeming to carry his smile through the air, spreading his happiness. Then, I'll never forget the terror on his face, as we collided with the car in front of us. I can still see his arm swinging in front of me, stopping me from hitting the dash. His whispers were barely audible, "I love you. Never forget that. I'm always watching over you, Looney. Don't forget.". It was the last time I'd here my stupid nickname from the boy I loved.

I remember the whoosh as the last breath came out of him. His body lay still against the car seat, tears streaming down my eyes. The last thing I recall was being pulled from the truck, and I was screaming that I couldn't leave him. Then I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by family. My brother, aunt Jen, Uncle George, and grandpa. My two little cousins trying to look over the side of the bed at me. I couldnt remember anything then. I just knew deep down that something bad had happened.

My brother looked right at me,worry covering his face. I tried to talk, to ask him what happened,but my mouth hurt terribly. I looked down at the hospital bed. My right arm was in a cast all the way up to the shoulder, and my left leg was casted to the knee. My ribs felt tight for some reason, too.

A doctor walked in just as my family started asking me questions I couldnt answer. He kicked them all out, telling them he had tests he needed to finish. I looked up at him, then pointed to my mouth with my left hand, a confused look on my face, "You broke your jaw," He said, "Along with you arm, foot, and three ribs." His eyebrows raised, "Do you remember anything?" He asked. I shook my head,

"Well, you also had a concussion, so its not that surprising. You were in a car accident." Then he paused, "Your friend didnt make it."

My eyes widened. I couldnt think of who would have been driving with me. I started crying, thinking of all my friends, wondering which of them it was,

"He was identified as Vincent Harlond. Was he a close friend?" he added.

Now I screamed, Pain shooting through my body. Everything came back to me. Every memory, every feeling I had at that very moment. My tears were coming fast now, streaming down my face. He was dead. I didn't want to believe him. I tried convincing myself that this was just some horrible nightmare, but it wasnt. It was true.