Notes: This is the only chapter I'm uploading today. This chapter may upset some people, but this was the one thing I was sure of since the beginning of this story. It goes Brad, Randy, Brad because after Randy's POV was done, it wasn't long enough, so I had to add another Brad. That's pretty much it, so ignore the mistakes and enjoy.
Warning: Language and Talk of Death.
Summary: Their friend was dying and there was nothing they could do to help her.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Reminder: Please review!
Brad's POV
I laid in bed a few minutes the next morning thinking about many things. As much as I wanted to forget, I wanted to remember as well. Last night, Randy came out of Manny's hospital room looking better than he had in months. When I asked him about it, he just shrugged. But, he was okay, and that was all right with me.
I laid there for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to get up, that and because my stomach was growling.
I made my way downstairs and found mom and dad in the kitchen.
"Hey Brad, how are you?" Mom asked.
I shrugged. "I've been better," I told her honestly and I looked in the fridge for something to eat. Mark was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. "Where's Randy?" I asked, pulling out the egg carton and setting it down by the stove.
"Still sleeping I guess," Dad said, sitting down next to Mark.
My eggs were half done when Randy came up from the basement and I was just sitting down to eat when the phone rang. Randy opened the fridge door when mom said, "Oh my gosh, Marie, is there anything I can do?" There was a pause. "Are you sure?" Pause. "Okay, well, I'll come over later and help you, okay? Bye." Mom hung the phone up and put her hands on the counter.
"Who was that?" Dad asked.
Mom didn't answer right away. When she did, her voice was shaky. "That was Marie Hawthorne." She paused and I suddenly knew why. "Amanda passed away last night."
My brain was frozen. It was just yesterday when I saw Amanda at school and she was fine! Just yesterday she was being her sarcastic self and she was fine! Just yesterday she was yelling at me and she was fine! She was fine yesterday! How could she be dead now? I was so sure she'd be okay, that she'd pull through all this. I never knew somebody could be so wrong.
Randy, who had been turning, dropped the orange juice pitcher and it shattered, sending glass and orange juice everywhere, but no one said anything.
Randy's POV
Mom's word repeated in my head again and again and it took me a whole minute to realize what they meant. I was waiting for her to smile and say she was just kidding and that Amanda was doing better, but after a few moments, I realized she wasn't going to. I had no idea what to do or what to say, so I grabbed a handful of paper towels and started cleaning up the orange juice and glass from the pitcher I had dropped.
It was only yesterday when I sat with Amanda on the bus at she was fine! It was only yesterday when she was her sarcastic self and she was fine! It was only yesterday when she was yelling at Brad and I and she was fine! She was fine yesterday! My brain was getting fuzzy and my chest tightened and I had no idea how to feel. All I know is I wanted her back, now. I wanted everything to be the way it was before. Or I wanted to go back to the first day we ever met and just relive my life so I could spend more time with her.
I stood up a few minutes later and threw the paper towels away before ignoring the looks the rest of my family were giving me and going back down to my room. I wasn't hungry anymore and I just wanted to be alone.
Brad's POV
I watched Randy go back to his room. I wanted to go down there to see if he was okay, but then stopped myself. He wasn't going to be okay, not now, and not for a while.
"Oh wow…" Was all Mark said.
"Does Marie and Jacob know when the funeral is yet?" Dad asked. I hadn't even thought of that. I didn't think I could handle going to the funeral because it would probably be an open casket and I didn't want to see her. I wanted to only remember her when she was alive and happy. I didn't even want to remember her when she was alive and sick, so I obviously didn't want to remember her dead and anything. It just seemed like to much.
Mom said, "They don't know yet. They're making the funeral arrangements today. I'm going to go over later and see if they need anything." Mom sighed. "It's just so horrible. No parents should have to bury their child."
Dad got up and hugged her when I stood up and took my plate to the sink. I wasn't hungry anymore and what I had ate was now making me feel sick.
I headed back upstairs. I just wanted to be alone.