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Falling[#2]
Tragedy
 Created on 8-17-07
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Chapter 2
Sleep didn’t come easy for me that night. I kept having the worst nightmares. Nightmares of Candice. Nightmares of Sarah. And even more nightmares of myself.
I awoke with a jolt. I looked at the clock. ‘5:27 am’ is what it read. Only three hours? Dang, I said in my mind, I guess I should go check on Sarah… Oh wait… She’s d-d-… She’s gone… I walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. I stared at the wall and couldn’t get Sarah off of my mind. Soon I fell asleep. More nightmares.
“Honey? What’s wrong?” Ma asked concerningly. I felt a slight shake in my shoulder, “Jess? Wake up.” I could feel my dry eyes open.
“Ma, what’s wrong?” I asked tiredly.
“I looked in the guest room to see if Sarah was awake, but she was gone. I couldn’t find her anywhere!” She sat down beside me.
“Yea. She is gone… Gone and never coming back,” I could feel the sadness and guilt sweep over me again. I fell into Ma’s arms, “Ma, I’m such a horrible person. I don’t deserve to live. I tried to, but she wouldn’t get off! She-” The phone rang. Ma stood up and answered the phone. She was tearing up too.
“Yes? Yes, he’s right here. I’m his mother. The hospital?! Jess went to the hospital? Sarah-?” She looked at me, “What happened to her? No, I wasn’t aware. DEAD?!?! Oh my gosh… Here he is.” She handed me the phone and put her hand up to her mouth and cried quietly.
“Hello. We were close. Only for a couple of days. No, I never knew her parents. She ran away and we met, so I brought her back home with me so we could take care of her. Something bad happened and she ran into a dark forest. I followed, but when I found her she was bleeding uncontrollably. Uh-huh. 3:00? Uh-huh.” I hung up.
“I can’t believe you had to witness that-” Ma was interrupted. Pa walked in.”
“What are y’all doin’? It’s 10:45!” He asked impatiently.
“Sarah’s gone… By gone, I mean she’s dead.” I was getting just a little tired of repeating myself.
“Dead? Well how the heck did that happen?” He sounded confused.
“Well-” I started.
“Sarah saw something bad and ran out. Jesse followed, trying to stop her and she ran into the woods. She tripped over a root to a tree and cracked her head on a boulder.” Ma said. Well that summed it just about up.
“Wow… She was only here for three days.” He said dumbfounded.
“I know. The funeral home is having an open casket for her today at 3 o’clock. Can we go?” I asked looking back and forth at them.
“Yes. We’d better go get ready.” Pa declared turning to the hallway. I went into my room and picked out my church clothes. I walked in the bathroom with my clothes and started the shower water. I undressed and thought of all of the things that would be there. Sarah’s dead body, crying friends and family- and the worst thing, everyone will hate me.
When I got out of the shower, I shook the towel over my shaggy hair and put the towel around my waist.
“Where are the scissors?” I asked myself as I searched through the cabinets. I opened the door to ask someone else. Ma was walking down the hall.
“Hey, Ma, where are the scissors? I’m cutting my hair.”
“Check behind the mirror,” Ma ran her fingers through my hair and played with it a little bit, “’Bout time you cut it. It’s getting’ kinda wild.” We laughed. Pa walked up to us and slapped my abs.
“Boy, put yer clothes on!” He laughed and I shut the door. I opened the medicine-mirror-thing and got out the scissors. I put it around a group of hair, but only searched for a good place. I cut it about a ¾ inch above my head. I did my whole hair that way. When I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hand through my shorter hair.
So THAT’S what I look like. Not COMPLETELY horrible. I thought. I dressed and put some gel in my hair.
When I got in the living room, Ma and Pa were sitting on the couch together hugging. I just leaned against the archway and watched. They’ve been together for so long. 43 years… Sarah and I could’ve been like that if only… I stopped myself before I got too carried away again. I sat down on the big foot stool in front of them.
“Pa, what time is it?”
“It’s, uh,” He looked at his watch, “Dang, it’s 2:23. We gotta get going.” We all got up and got in the truck.
He started the truck and turned around to me, “Isn’t there an important thing you should tell me?”
“Like what?”
“Like… Where it is?” He chuckled.
“Oh. It’s at St. Andrew’s Funeral Home. Sorry.”
This is so wrong. I thought. Nobody was sobbing loudly. Only two people who even looked remotely her age were there. Other than that, there was about 10 other people-all adults. Only one person cried. I walked up to her.
“Hello. Um… Are you Sarah’s mother?” I asked. She shook her head.
“No. I’m her grandmother. How do you know Sarah?” She returned politely.
“We were-really close friends. When she ran away, I found her and she came back with me to my house and my Ma and Pa took care of her.”
“Thank you so much for being nice to her. She always was a sweet little girl.” I tried looking at Sarah’s casket, but I couldn’t see her all too well.
“You’re welcome. Well, are her parents here?” I’m gonna give them a piece of my mind.
“No. Most of our family didn’t care to come. Including them.” This is so wrong. I walked over to Sarah and stared over at her. Her grandmother walked the other way and sat down, but kept crying.
I’m sorry, Sarah. You were an angel. A true angel. I’ll stay with you. I’ll stay here while others don’t care and just walk out, I will stay by your side until they kick me out. I love you. About an hour and a half later, The last person had left. It was the grandmother.
“Sir, I think you have to leave. This open-casket has been over for about two hours. We need this room.” A man told me from the double doors. I looked over at him.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” I stood up slowly and put my hand on the casket and stared at Sarah. I’m sorry again. I’ll miss you…So much. Good-bye.
“Jess? Are you okay, Son?” Pa asked, sitting at my feet. I looked up from the pillow covering my face.
“No, Pa. I’m not! The only girl I will ever love just died! And worst thing is- IT’S ALL MY FAULT!! I just don’t think I can live with myself anymore. I don’t deserve you guys, this house, my friends, ANYTHING!” I sat up and wiped my face, “I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me.” Pa’s face went soft, I think he even shed a tear.
“Come on, Jess. You don’t have to do this.” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Yes I do.”
Sleep didn’t come easy for me that night. I kept having the worst nightmares. Nightmares of Candice. Nightmares of Sarah. And even more nightmares of myself.
I awoke with a jolt. I looked at the clock. ‘5:27 am’ is what it read. Only three hours? Dang, I said in my mind, I guess I should go check on Sarah… Oh wait… She’s d-d-… She’s gone… I walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch. I stared at the wall and couldn’t get Sarah off of my mind. Soon I fell asleep. More nightmares.
“Honey? What’s wrong?” Ma asked concerningly. I felt a slight shake in my shoulder, “Jess? Wake up.” I could feel my dry eyes open.
“Ma, what’s wrong?” I asked tiredly.
“I looked in the guest room to see if Sarah was awake, but she was gone. I couldn’t find her anywhere!” She sat down beside me.
“Yea. She is gone… Gone and never coming back,” I could feel the sadness and guilt sweep over me again. I fell into Ma’s arms, “Ma, I’m such a horrible person. I don’t deserve to live. I tried to, but she wouldn’t get off! She-” The phone rang. Ma stood up and answered the phone. She was tearing up too.
“Yes? Yes, he’s right here. I’m his mother. The hospital?! Jess went to the hospital? Sarah-?” She looked at me, “What happened to her? No, I wasn’t aware. DEAD?!?! Oh my gosh… Here he is.” She handed me the phone and put her hand up to her mouth and cried quietly.
“Hello. We were close. Only for a couple of days. No, I never knew her parents. She ran away and we met, so I brought her back home with me so we could take care of her. Something bad happened and she ran into a dark forest. I followed, but when I found her she was bleeding uncontrollably. Uh-huh. 3:00? Uh-huh.” I hung up.
“I can’t believe you had to witness that-” Ma was interrupted. Pa walked in.”
“What are y’all doin’? It’s 10:45!” He asked impatiently.
“Sarah’s gone… By gone, I mean she’s dead.” I was getting just a little tired of repeating myself.
“Dead? Well how the heck did that happen?” He sounded confused.
“Well-” I started.
“Sarah saw something bad and ran out. Jesse followed, trying to stop her and she ran into the woods. She tripped over a root to a tree and cracked her head on a boulder.” Ma said. Well that summed it just about up.
“Wow… She was only here for three days.” He said dumbfounded.
“I know. The funeral home is having an open casket for her today at 3 o’clock. Can we go?” I asked looking back and forth at them.
“Yes. We’d better go get ready.” Pa declared turning to the hallway. I went into my room and picked out my church clothes. I walked in the bathroom with my clothes and started the shower water. I undressed and thought of all of the things that would be there. Sarah’s dead body, crying friends and family- and the worst thing, everyone will hate me.
When I got out of the shower, I shook the towel over my shaggy hair and put the towel around my waist.
“Where are the scissors?” I asked myself as I searched through the cabinets. I opened the door to ask someone else. Ma was walking down the hall.
“Hey, Ma, where are the scissors? I’m cutting my hair.”
“Check behind the mirror,” Ma ran her fingers through my hair and played with it a little bit, “’Bout time you cut it. It’s getting’ kinda wild.” We laughed. Pa walked up to us and slapped my abs.
“Boy, put yer clothes on!” He laughed and I shut the door. I opened the medicine-mirror-thing and got out the scissors. I put it around a group of hair, but only searched for a good place. I cut it about a ¾ inch above my head. I did my whole hair that way. When I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hand through my shorter hair.
So THAT’S what I look like. Not COMPLETELY horrible. I thought. I dressed and put some gel in my hair.
When I got in the living room, Ma and Pa were sitting on the couch together hugging. I just leaned against the archway and watched. They’ve been together for so long. 43 years… Sarah and I could’ve been like that if only… I stopped myself before I got too carried away again. I sat down on the big foot stool in front of them.
“Pa, what time is it?”
“It’s, uh,” He looked at his watch, “Dang, it’s 2:23. We gotta get going.” We all got up and got in the truck.
He started the truck and turned around to me, “Isn’t there an important thing you should tell me?”
“Like what?”
“Like… Where it is?” He chuckled.
“Oh. It’s at St. Andrew’s Funeral Home. Sorry.”
This is so wrong. I thought. Nobody was sobbing loudly. Only two people who even looked remotely her age were there. Other than that, there was about 10 other people-all adults. Only one person cried. I walked up to her.
“Hello. Um… Are you Sarah’s mother?” I asked. She shook her head.
“No. I’m her grandmother. How do you know Sarah?” She returned politely.
“We were-really close friends. When she ran away, I found her and she came back with me to my house and my Ma and Pa took care of her.”
“Thank you so much for being nice to her. She always was a sweet little girl.” I tried looking at Sarah’s casket, but I couldn’t see her all too well.
“You’re welcome. Well, are her parents here?” I’m gonna give them a piece of my mind.
“No. Most of our family didn’t care to come. Including them.” This is so wrong. I walked over to Sarah and stared over at her. Her grandmother walked the other way and sat down, but kept crying.
I’m sorry, Sarah. You were an angel. A true angel. I’ll stay with you. I’ll stay here while others don’t care and just walk out, I will stay by your side until they kick me out. I love you. About an hour and a half later, The last person had left. It was the grandmother.
“Sir, I think you have to leave. This open-casket has been over for about two hours. We need this room.” A man told me from the double doors. I looked over at him.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” I stood up slowly and put my hand on the casket and stared at Sarah. I’m sorry again. I’ll miss you…So much. Good-bye.
“Jess? Are you okay, Son?” Pa asked, sitting at my feet. I looked up from the pillow covering my face.
“No, Pa. I’m not! The only girl I will ever love just died! And worst thing is- IT’S ALL MY FAULT!! I just don’t think I can live with myself anymore. I don’t deserve you guys, this house, my friends, ANYTHING!” I sat up and wiped my face, “I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me.” Pa’s face went soft, I think he even shed a tear.
“Come on, Jess. You don’t have to do this.” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“Yes I do.”
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