Chapter 2

He said "will you tell me the story", I looked back down at our hands in my lap and said "yes I will tell you but you can't be mad at me or anything for what I say ok." I looked at him and he said "ok" so I took a deep breath and started the story of how it all happened.

"I was 13 and I was at an awkward phase and I was moody and i got mad at my parents a lot and that went on for a few months, then I was at home with my two brothers one day after we all got home from school. My parents weren't home yet." I looked up from our hands and he was looking at me listening to me quietly so I looked back down at our hands and continued.

"Like an hour later the phone wrong and my oldest brother answered it I could see him, I was sitting on the couch and I looked at his face and it was ... it was blank with shock and other feelings. He said something and tears were coming down his face from his eyes, I knew they were something wrong badly wrong. He yelled for my other brother which was a couple years younger than him. He came running and froze when he saw my other brother..." I took another deep breath.

"He asked who was on the phone?. He took a minute and answered and said that we have to the hospital mom and dad has been in a car accident. We ran and got our coats and the keys and we went to the hospital and ran in the door, I was feeling really bad cause the last time I saw them a day before I told them I hated them." I held the tears back and took another breath.

"They told us the rooms and we ran to moms first, they were side by side and when we got there the doctor was standing outside the doors in between the two doors looking at the clipboard writing on it. we stopped in front of him and he looked at us and he had a sad face and he said you there children and we said yes the doctor looked at my older brother and said I'm sorry but both your parents died a few minutes ago." I stopped for a second and refused to look up and just kept going really holding the tears back now because I didn't like talking about it.

"we stood there for a minute and the doctor said I'm sorry for your loose,… how old are you referign to my oldest brother and he said ill be 18 in a month, he said I better call child services now, we all were crying and we didn't want to get separated. The doctor said we need someone to identify the body's and my oldest brother said I will and the doctor said ok and the kids can stay with the nurse at the counter she don't mind she loves kids. So he left with her and she the one who called child services and they came write over." I took another deep breath and a silent tear feel and I hung my head lower so he couldn't see cause I hated crying I felt like an idiot when I cried.

"they took all and me and my other brothers never got to see my parents again and I felt very horrible about what happened cause in the argument we had a day before I told them I wished they would die, I was really mad. So I feel like they're death is my fault. So the child services sent me and brother's different ways and I went to an orphanage in north Carolina and I got fed up with it ran away about a month later. And I traveled and stayed in boxes and ate out of dumpsters and everything and I never saw my brothers again."

I finished the story and was majorly holding back tears and then a few minutes later when I had myself under control I looked up to see a Justin that had a blank sorta face staring at me and I felt sad and a minute later he leaned toward me and took both my hands and said "what happened to your parents is not your fault you didn't kill them." The tears were back so I looked away and said I regret what I said to them and I told them to die and then it happened it feels like I'm the one that broke my family up." I was on the verge of tears and apparently he could tell. He took one hand and put on my chin and moved my face back to where it was looking at him and he said you didn't kill your parents it's not your fault" I was staring at him and I was trying very hard not to breath and then he said "it's ok to cry" I told him " not for me you'll think I'm an idiot" he said " you won't look like an idiot I swear I'm here for you I'm your shoulder here so you can have someone to cry to" I looked for a second and he was a few inches from me and he was sitting on the corner of my bed and I let go of his hands and wrapped my arm around him and cried in his shoulder for I don't know hole long.

He comforted me and I felt safe around him and I felt like he wouldn't judge like I judged myself which now I think about it that's good so we sat there and he comforted me for I don't know how long.