Don't make the same mistakes again

Surprises

Dylan

I had no idea what I was doing, just the part where my feelings overtook me and I rejected their invite to follow them because I was too caught up with stupid feelings. It was like I was never in time to save a person's life. If no one knew CPR, Mark would have never woken, I would have been responsible for yet another death. What is wrong with me? Mark was one of my best friends, why didn't I help him when I could have. I feel like a complete idiot.

My dad and sister were already at home when I rang the doorbell. "Where did you go, Dylan? I thought you were going to do something out of your mind," my sister took one look at me and said, "Did you try to drown yourself?" I shook my head, "Stop over reacting, I'm fine." Dad appeared behind her, "Anymore of your nightmares?" I shook my head, "No not for the past two weeks." That was a lie. 

Two weeks ago, I told my sister I had been having nightmares and probably depression since the last two weeks. They immediately told the school counselor who started giving me sessions or should I say lectures, and I was so done with them already.

So recently, I tried acting more normal, and apparently normal for everyone is happier, so I would catch some fresh air once in a while, and I actually hoped what happened today would make them let me off. "I went surfing with Bray and her gang." Their eyes widen, "Brayleigh Amelia Rose?" I merely said a, "Yea duh." My sister was literally exploding, well not literally but she looked like her eyes were going to pop out any moment and her head was going to explode and her body turning to ashes, "Why didn't you tell us you were friends with pop girl?" 

I shrugged, "I thought you knew. Can you let me do my stuff now? For the record, she's just an ordinary girl." 

My dad looked at me, "You're not going anywhere, young boy, until you tell us more about the girl." I love dad this way, he was always drunk at least once every day, he doesn't want me to become like him, but refuses to seek help from specialists and take medication. My sister and I have been trying to get him to quit drinking, but it became his habit and addiction.

My sister, Madeline, spoke. "WHOA, so now we're going to have an adult talk with my baby brother? I thought those two did not mix!" She put her two fingers together and separate them again with a poof, then she ruffled my hair and my dad said, "Can you believe this dude knew Brayleigh and never told us?" She snorted, "Well yea. Don't you know he's Mr cool now not so cool dude? I saw him with her a few times with his ex......" She noticed I was wincing. 

I fought the urge not to scream, "She's not my ex......" She bowed her head, "Sorry, I didn't mean---" I interrupted, "It's fine, so are you all just going to sit here till midnight?" Everyone looked taken aback as dad spoke again, "Young lady, you'll be joining us too." She sighed, "Come on, you've got to be kidding!" Dad shook his head and motioned to the chair beside me, she sat reluctantly, but I knew that deep inside her heart, she was rejoicing thinking that the 'old me' was more or less back.

No one knew how I was being haunted by the fact that Delilah's death was certainly caused by me, but I had to keep it up for the sake of college, for the sake of my family. 

Brayleigh

It was near evening, Emily, Theresa, Helena, Paul and I were taking turns to watch over Mark. Turns out, the board hit him too hard but thank god he gotten away with just a concussion. Mum and dad had obliged when I told them I wanted to do the night shift, so here I am watching him sleep. I was slowly drifting off, not that I wanted to, but humans are expected to sleep so it'd be ridiculous if I could stay awake. I haven't been sleeping well recently because of the nightmares. I was constantly having nightmares filled with Delilah and Carter and it was awful. How I felt myself in their position, or how I watched their death.