Letters From A Dead Man

2 | whom it concerns

April 25th 8:25am

I feel as if my body is going to shut down at any second. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night after being detained from the hospital and my stomach has been churning too much for me to even think about food.

My eyes are swollen from both crying and lack of sleep but I still had to be here this early in the damn morning.

"Dude are you going to explain anything to me or do I have to wait to hear it from an officer?" Asa asks beside me.

I asked him to drive me to the police station today since my car is still impounded, but I couldn't find a way to explain to him exactly what the reason was. I was still in shock from the events of yesterday.

"You look like shit by the way." He adds when I still haven't answered him.

All I know is that I have to be here since I was the one that hit him. They really just need confirmation of everything I guess.

"Mr. Black. If you'll follow me." An officer calls from a door a few feet away. "You're friend may come too."

I stand up from my chair with Asa right behind me. The two of us follow the officer into what looks like an office and sit down in the chairs he points us to. I watch as he sits across from us at his desk, my fingers tightly clamped together

"Regarding the incident last night involving Mr. Jackson there's not much you need to be worried about. The witnesses claimed that he jumped in front of your car off the sidewalk and that there was no possible way for you to slow down or avoid hitting him. You gave the same claim to the officer at the hospital last night, am I right?"

I nod, swallowing thickly as I feel my throat begin to dry up.

"With the rain it would make it extra difficult for vision as well and it seems as if you we're driving at the speed limit with no alcohol in your system." He looks up at me from his files before glancing back down. "You're only worry is the damages to your car and the impound fees. Mr. Jackson had no ties to his family so they have no right now to try charging you with wrongful death claims."

I sigh in relief. "Thank you officer, I'm sorry about the trouble."

"No need to apologize. It's not your fault that kid killed himself. Oh, but we did get your letter last night and a few of my boys went over and cleaned out Mr. Jackson's dorm this morning."

He pulls out what looks like a small wicker basket and slides it over to me, that small water damaged note from the kids pocket sitting on top.

"Apparently the kid left these for you." He says.

I hesitantly take the basket of letters from off his desk. "Thanks." I choke out.

He nods once before he rises from his chair and sticks a hand out to me. "I'm sorry you had to get thrown into this mess but we'll take care of everything."

I stand as well and shake the mans hand. "Can I just ask one thing?" I question before leaving.

The officer nods in reply, gesturing for me to go on.

"What will happen to, um, Mr. Jackson?" I ask.

The officer cracks a small smile at me before it disappears once again. "He was an organ donor, so his livers, heart, lungs, and anything else of use will be donated as soon as possible."

I nod. "Thanks."

With that I turn on my heel with the small wicker basket in hand and leave the office with Asa following stunned behind me.