I think that people you really care about, you will stick with. No matter how bad or how much it hurts you. Stay there with them if you mean it.
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I woke up early. Stretching out across my bed I yawned. It was only Tuesday. We didn't have much school left. The doctors predicted that Luke would be out of the hospital the first week of summer, 5 weeks away...
I rushed to get dressed. I had on my plain jeans and a yellow tee that said "HAPPY CAMPER". I tugged in my favourite hoodie, my dark and light blue one. It fit perfectly and was warm like a blanket.
Running down the steps and racing into the kitchen I hear the tv in the living room and pause. I slowly turned around and walked into the living room and my dad quickly turns off the tv, noticing my arrival.
"Dad, what was that about?" I ask confused.
"Nothing sweetie, now go eat your breakfast. Caleb and Justin made French toast this morning." He smiled. I saw through it, somethings up.
"Okay..." I walked away slowly, not hearing the tv turn back on. I walked into he kitchen and grabbed some French toast.
"IM LEAVING IN TWO MINUTES!" I yell for Caleb and Justin to hear, getting two in-unison "okay"s in return.
I shoved the toast in my mouth, put on my shoes and walked out of the house.
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The entire school look at me just as dad did when he turned off the tv this morning. Full of sorrow and something else that scared me.
The teachers treated me kindly. More then they usually would any student. I was scared. I didn't understand was going on.
Not until lunch.
Tiff wasn't there. It worried me. So I texted her. All I got in response was:
"S. O. S."
I rushed out of school and drove as fast I could, heading straight to the hospital. I needed to be there. I had to get there.
I broke down in tears on the way there. Speeding into a parking spot and slamming my car door shut. I ran inside and straight to Luke's room. I shoved open the door and fell.
"Lex.." Tiff looked at me with that same look. "He... He's not breathing." She cried.
I stared at her. Then I stared at Luke's breathless body. So still, so peaceful?. I went numb.
I quit crying, got up, and walked out to my car. I sat there. In my driver seat, motionless.
Why? Why why, WHY?! I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout as loud as possible. I wanted to leave all of it behind. I wanted it to be a joke. I wanted it to go away and be a dream. It should have been me, not him. Never him. Luke, please. I begged everything.
I hit my head on the steering wheel, hard, And I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, people would see. People would care.
I finally drove home after it got dark. I wanted to be anywhere but home. Yet I ended up there.
I parked and walked in. I rushed to my room and slammed my door, falling onto my bed. I wanted nothing to do with people, I just wanted Luke to wake up.
My dad knocked and walked into my room. I sat up and stared at him coldly with anger.
"YOU KNEW! YOU KNEW WHAT HAPPENED AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW! I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed till I almost cried.
"Diners down stairs if your hungry." My dad sighed and walked out, leaving the door open.
I got up, slammed to door close and locked it. "I WONT EVEN EAT AGAIN!" And I collapsed back onto my bed. I just payed there until I passed out.
