The Days Before 16

Chapter 6

Wednesday, 10 December 2014
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Chapter 6-
We went home to find mum lying on the floor and dad slumped against the wall in the front hallway. I covered my mouth with my hands and looked at Todd, all colour gone from our faces. Todd ran over to them first. All I could think was 'Oh My God'. What happened here? Is this a joke? I didn't even realise they were home. They always stayed to themselves, it's weird. Todd and I are always left to fend for ourselves. There'd always be food in the pantry and fridge but it was just there. They didn't seem to eat or anything. What did they do all day? Why was I thinking this right now? I was scared that's why.
"They're not breathing!" Todd yelled hysterically. I ran over to the phone on the dock in the kitchen and hit 911. I told them what had happened in between sobs. I had to repeat some of it because she couldn't understand what I was saying. The lady said they were sending an ambulance over. Todd sat there trying to do something, CPR maybe. I just stood there, back against the wall near the kitchen doorway looking to my right where Todd was. I was doing nothing except trying to sort out my thoughts. Questions and answers raced through my head. But one thought kept nagged at me-why. Why is this happening? What's happening? Is my birthday being less than two weeks away a coincidence or just bad timing or is it the cause? If they are... gone, what are we going to do? I'd have to get a job because Todd's job pay wasn't going to support us for long. I guess I could sell some stuff for cash. I looked over at Todd. He was still trying to do something.
"Stop. Just. Stop." I said out loud. He stopped for a second to look up at me with angry eyes.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can. Just stop."
"How can you say that? This is our mum and dad!" he said. When I'm scared I can be cruel.
"Well they don't act like it do they?" I said and as soon as I did, I regretted saying it. Even if that was how I felt about them.
"How dare you. How dare you say that about them." He said and then went back to doing whatever he was doing. I just stood there, not feeling or thinking anything.

The ambulance arrived five minutes later. When they came inside, they moved us to the kitchen, were we sat in silence. The paramedics came out of the hallway about half an hour later, and one of them came over to us and the look on his face gave away everything- they were dead. I leaned into Todd, who had slid down the door of the pantry. I knew that I should feel like crap right now but I didn't feel like it. I felt fine. It was my mind that was upset. I was upset at myself for not being upset.
"I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anyone you can call?" the paramedic asked. Todd didn't answer, shock and hurt consuming him. But I could because I didn't feel like anything had happened. I got madder at myself for being so cold and heartless.
"Uh no. There's no one else. It was only us." I whispered to him in a fake sad voice. It would've looked suspicious if I sounded normal. What was wrong with me?
"Can I see them?" Todd asked in a small distant voice. Why would he want to do that? The paramedic was just as surprised by the question as I was.
"You shouldn't do that son. You don't need to see." The paramedic answered. Todd looked up at him with fury in his eyes. The paramedic took a step back, afraid. I would've too.
"I want to see them." He protested angrily.
"Ok then I guess. But only you can, not her." The paramedic said as he looked at me. Why would I want to go and see them?

Five minutes later Todd walked out of the hallway with the officer toward the front door.
"Sorry for your loss. If you need anything give me a call." the officer said and tried to hand Todd a card but he just kept walking. He walked up the stairs to his room. His door slammed and it echoed throughout the house. Oh Todd.
"Thank you." I said and took the card. He left after a moment. I thought he was deciding if he should leave me here with Todd or not. I guess he decided I'd be alright. I looked over my shoulder to see my parents were gone, most likely on their way to the morgue. I looked at where they were and realised the paramedics had cleaned up. Thank-goodness, the last thing I wanted to be doing was cleaning up blood. What was I supposed to do now? How was I going to cope with this? What was Todd thinking? Was he glad it wasn't me? We were closer than we were to our parents but I didn't know what to think. I laid face down on my bed. I heard screaming, banging and crying from Todd's room. I turned over and into a ball. I guess that I thought if I was in a ball the world would just leave me be and not bother me. But it scared me, the noise from his room was so loud I was surprised our neighbours hadn't come over and complained. I'd never seen him this upset. But he had reason-mom and dad were dead. He was older than me so he had had more time with them than I had. They weren't always like that, cold and distant. They used to take us places, make us have dinner as a family at the dinner table and they used to be there for us. Then something happened, I don't know what but something changed. Something big and after, they stopped doing everything they did with us. There was no more going places, no more family dinners and no more being there. It just ended up being Todd who took care of us. It was us two against the world. I thought us being werewolves would bring us closer but now I think it just might tear us apart. There was so much noise from his room.