It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was so young. ...So kind, and innocent. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming guilt, but I was sure that was nothing compared to what Troy is probably feeling. I looked over to my best friend and came across the look of distance and devastation marked on his features. His little brother had died in a car accident, in which Troy had been driving. Troy was lurched over his little brother's grave.
Here lays Samuel Bolton. Son. Brother. Friend.
"Troy, honey, it's time to go." Troy's mom, Lucille, said putting her hand on his shoulder and bending down to his figure.
"No." He whispered.
"Baby, please-"
"No mom. Go." His features darkened and his voice became fierce. He didn't want to leave Sam, but it was already too late.
"Troy Bolton, we need to go. You need to go home and rest. You're sick honey." Lucille said, helplessly. She reached next to Troy's ear. "Troy please, I can't lose another son. Please, I need you to come with me." Troy turned around to face his mom and my heart broke. He had tears running down his face. Never have I seen Troy cry. Vulnerable was never in Troy's character, but it seemed to be the only feeling inside of him. It wasn't long after that Troy broke down in his mother's arms, cuddling against her side and buried his face into her hair.
"I'm sorry Mama, I-I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I did this." He sobbed. If the whole situation didn't tear me apart, then Troy's cry had ripped me to two, instantly.
All his mother did was shake her head and kiss the top of his head repeatedly, with tears running down her face.
Troy hadn't been the one to tell me, it was my mom who found out from Troy's. I tried calling Troy after I heard, repeatedly, but his phone was shut off. How could I make him feel better? I needed to make my best friend better. Troy's mom and his uncle had managed to get Troy off the ground and into the car where they drove off. I didn't get a chance to say anything, and even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say.
"We should go to, Shar." my mother had chided in, disrupting my many emotions and thoughts.
"Where?" I asked in a small voice.
"We'll go see Troy and Lucille honey, after we freshen up. I promise." I think my mom could sense how much of a need I had to be with Troy.
"O-okay."