I heard the song again yesterday, and, after almost thirty-six hours of unrelenting depression (because it's sad), I hoped writing about it would help get it out of my head. Based on Blue-Angie Hart.
The keys glittered on the counter. Simon stood there, staring at them blankly. Derek was looking for a note, something to explain the situation, but Simon couldn't even think. He absently registered the sound of his brother ransacking the place for any clue, but he was lost in his own shattering confusion.
The car was packed. They had been ready to leave right after school. That had been the plan. It was always the plan. How many times had they gone through this same routine? They were practically experts. Something couldn't have gone wrong. It didn't. Work. Like. That.
Why the hell had he complained? School wasn't important. There would be others. Friends weren't important. He could always make new ones. Their safety was all that mattered. And he'd jeopardized it for a game. How stupid.
He needed his dad. Derek needed his dad. All they had was each other. Now Kit was gone. They couldn't survive without him. What the hell were they going to do?!
"Simon!" Derek shook him. "We have to go. Now. Before they find us." He looked up at his brother. The dark-haired boy seemed blurry. When he blinked, something hot trailed a burning path down his cheek. But after a moment, he nodded.
He followed Derek and they left the empty apartment, alone.
