When I Let Go

Chapter Ten

-LUKE

Later I went into Jacksons room... Not doing it on purpose but something in my mind was telling me to go in there.

I walked in. I was so dumbfounded. I touch his bed where he had slept the night before our little acident. I could feel him in the room with me. As strange as that sounds. But I could feel him standing in there...

I wounder if he's scared. Why isn't he in heaven? I walked around his room looking at everything like I was in a museum. Nothing could be touched. Or moved. It was all fragile and to valuable to get rid of or in this case touch. He didn't want his brother to be gone... yet. Even though it was his fault he will always live with the idea that he himself; killed his brother. That's something he will never forget. And it breaks his heart. He then started to tear up. Thinking of his brother. Flash backs... Terriable flash backs.

After staring everything down multiple times. He left. He went into his room sat on his bed and started crying. He got up in anger. Walked over to the wall and slammed his fist into as hard as he could;

"JACKSON HOW COULD YOU." He bellowed. "WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME!" 

"YOU'VE ALWAYS MENT SO MUCH TO ME. YET YOU GO AHEAD AND LEAVE ME ALONE IN THIS TOUGH WORLD?!" He bellowed again in his tears. Slamming his fist into the wall again in a new clean spot. He walked over to his desk and pushed everything off of it.

"Uggggggggggh!" He screamed. He picked up a frame of Jackson and himself on there boat. 

"Jacksonnnn... God kid.. I miss you. I know you can't hear me but. Kid. You mean the world to me. Now I have nothing to rely on..." He whispered to the picture in the frame.

He threw it on the floor causing it to break. He broke ever picture in his room of Jackson. He was out of control and went out into the hallway. Breaking all the picture of Jackson. Yelling and crying in a mix. He made his way into the Living Room and he broke. Every. Single. Picture.

"LUKE! STOP IT!" His mother shouted.

"LUKEE!" She shreiked.

"Mom..." He anounced so calmly. Then he ran to her. And gave her a long. A very long hug...

"Luke..." She said rubbing his back to sooth him. "We're going to get through this. Sweetie. We can do it. We can. I have faith. I miss him as much as you and you're father. But we have to be brave. Remember what he used to tell us?"

FLASH BACK:

A few days after "Grandie Pa" passed away.

Jackson being young didn't understand why everyone was crying. But all he would say was:

"Don't cry my family. I love you more then your tears."

Everyone smiled and cheered up at his words. He always knew what would make us happy and what wouldn't even if he was five at the time. He was still smart.

God. Why did he have to go so young?

What did he do or what did my family do to deserve such wrath and horror.