Rescue me

Chapter 1

     I look around the coldest room that I have ever been in my entire life, filled with familiar faces and I feel lonely. My mom and dad are here with me, Zoey - my best friend is here but I have never felt so alone. I look down at my lap and remove a piece of string that insists in getting stuck to my new black dress, and I imagine myself just walking out of this place to a beautiful sunny day.  

     But that's not going to happen... Because outside is pouring with lightning and thunder, and it doesn't look like we are going to leave this room any time soon. I look around one more time and I see the principal of my school walking in with 2 administrators, and they go straight to give their condolences to Brandon's parents.

     This is so sad! Mrs. Carter started to cry again and Mr. Carter has his hands on her back trying to console her somehow. When is this going to be over? I start to cry again and that horrible empty feeling takes over my body and brain. Zoey sees me from across the room and she comes to my rescue. She stands by my side just holding my hand because there is nothing else to be said.  My parents also join Zoey by my side and we stay there without a word being spoken, until it is time for the memorial service. 

     Pictures, music, speeches, friends, memories, tears, lots of tears, and funny stories without laughter get all mixed up with the image of an urn holding his ashes. 

     By the time we get home it is almost 10 p.m., and all I think about is my bed. My parents ask me if I am hungry, and my mom tries to give me a bowl of cereal, but I don't think I will ever be hungry again.I shower and lay in bed awake trying to put my thoughts in order but I just can't organize my ideas, and that empty feeling overpowers me again.

     So, I start from the beginning: My name is Grace Allen and I am 16 years old. I live with my parents Lydia and William Allen. My mom is a secretary in an elementary school and my dad is the IT guy of a bank. I have an older brother, Liam is 20 years old and he is in college studying to  be an engineer. We don't have any pets because my mom is allergic, and all in all we live a pretty normal life. We go grocery shopping every weekend, church on Sunday mornings, one week vacation in the summer, our bills are paid, and my parents love and respect each other and their children. 

     I have a best friend since 5th grade, Zoey and the best memories that I have always involve Zoey. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. She always has something to say about everything, she is very opinionated, extremely determined and sometimes too critical, but I wouldn't change a thing about her. 

     And I have a boyfriend, Brandon. I had a boyfriend. We met on the first day of school, freshman year, and we connected immediately. We became friends, then inseparable friends, developed some feelings for each other, then we were in love. Brandon is my first kiss, the first boy that I held hands in school, my first boyfriend, my first love, and I can't believe that is all over. 

     Today is Saturday and a week ago my life changed forever. I received a call from Zoey saying that something had happened to Brandon. I immediately opened my Twitter and the first thing I saw was #RIPBrandon, before I continued reading my mom came to my room and said that Brandon's mom had called. "Why?" She never calls the house. These were the words out of my mom's mouth:

" Honey, something happened to Brandon. He was driving home from work and someone hit his car. He didn't make it. I am so sorry." 

     It felt like I was punched in my stomach and I don't think I said anything, but I remember thinking "What now?"