Chapter 1

"Grace? I need you to follow the light"

I felt cold fingers pulling on my eyelids as I laid motionless like a stone on my bed.

"How is she?"
"The same, she's in a state of shock"
"She's been in that state for months, she won't eat, won't sleep, she hasn't moved since the ---, well you know"
"She'll come around, I'm sure getting over something like this isn't easy" Dr. Pope explained to my parents
"Thanks for coming over Levi" My dad extended his hand
"How are Denise and Kevin?"
"Kevin seems to be doing better every day, and well Denise…" My dad replied

They quickly made their way out of my room, not seconds later my mom was walking in with a tray of cookies and juice.

"Grace, sweetie" She began placing the tray on my night table "Your dad and I are gonna step out for a moment please eat"

I laid there in a daze, staring past my mom. I didn't blink, I didn't move, I didn't even flinch

"It breaks my heart to see you like this" she sighed planting a kiss on my cheek and exiting my room

My parents hesitantly got in the car and drove those 10 minutes to that all too familiar house. Pulling up on the driveway they hoped this visit would be different then the other weekly visits. They composed themselves and knocked on the door, where they were greeted by a small pair of brown eyes.

"Aliya, Mark" the little boy greeted
"Hi sweetheart" My mom replied bending down to hug him

They followed him into the living room where they were know greeted by his father, and to my parent's surprise his mother too. After greeting each other and settling down, the four began their heart to heart conversation.

"I'm sorry I've been unbearable, it's just that never in a million years would I have imagined something like this would've happened" Denise began her voice cracking
"You have nothing to apologize for" My mom replied
"We wanted to thank you two for being here to support us during this hardship" Kevin replied squeezing Denise's hand
"He came to me in a dream; he told me that he didn't want to see us suffer like this anymore"
"How's Grace?" Kevin asked
"She gets worse and worse everyday" My dad replied
"I feel for her, poor Gracie" Denise cried
"How are the boys?"
"Each coping" Kevin started before getting all choked up "Losing a son is the worst feeling in the world" he took off his glasses to dry his eyes

A few hours later my parents were back in the car on the way home. Once back, both appeared in my room hoping I had moved or eaten. When they saw neither had happened my mom grabbed the tray and walked back downstairs, followed by my dad.

I just laid there on my bed as still as I could, motionless. The growing quietness slowly eating away at me, my heart had become cold and hollow after the accident. A big part of me died after HE was taken away from me. I had no reason to be happy, no reason to eat, no reason to sleep, most importantly no reason to live. The whole reason for my existence was gone, I was slowly dying and I couldn't care less.