I looked at the calendar and realized the date. I sighed once it clicked that it had been one year since Matthew had been shot. I still couldn't believe it had happened and I wished that it never had. Life has been so much harder ever since then. I heard my dad rambling around upstairs and decided the best thing to do was to make breakfast.
I looked around in the cupboards to see if there was anything to make. All I could find was pancake mix and syrup. Of course the one and only thing that I would not make. I grabbed the grocery list and started writing things down while I found some milk and cereal. Dad came into the kitchen and I handed him a bowl of cereal.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked with a mouthful of cereal.
"Not really." I sighed and finished up my cereal. I looked at the fridge; it was covered in pictures that we had actually found of me and Matthew as children. Also my report card was hanging up for once, for the first time I had made straight A's. I heard the doorbell ring and went to go answer the door. When I opened Julietta was standing there.
Her had grown out and was braided down her back, dark blue streaks peaked out from the braid. She gave me a weak smile and let herself in. She walked into the kitchen and started talking to my dad. She practically lived her now so we didn't even greet each other anymore. I walked back into the kitchen and saw dad putting on his jacket so I went and grabbed mine.
"How have you been doing Alfred?" Julietta asked as she grabbed a banana from the bowl in the middle of the counter.
"Fine just want to get this over with."
"I know I do to." My dad walked past us and jingled his keys. Julietta ran past me and out the door and I followed her down the ramp. I watched as she climbed into the backseat and waved for me to follow. I laughed and shook my head at the silly girl. I climbed in after her and my dad started the van.
We drove for a very long time, Julietta held my hand the whole way. We pulled into a stone driveway and rode down it. Grey stones were placed in lines across the fields. We drove until we reached to hospital, yeah how ironic the cemetery and hospital in the same place. As we pulled up I saw a huge group of people that I knew standing out front. They were all standing at one grave. I got out of the car and greeted everyone.
"OK you guys I'll be right back." I found my way out of the group and made my way into the hospital. I took a deep breath and went over to the reception desk.
"Just go right through those two doors sir, they should be right there."
"Thanks." I said after I asked her a few questions. I made my way through the doors and stopped. I let out a breath I had been holding probably for the past hour.
There sitting in a wheelchair was a pale, small boy. His blonde hair shined in the sunlight streaming through the windows. He looked up at me with indigo eyes through his glasses and smiled. A smile I was so happy to see that I started to cry. I kneeled down so me and him were face to face, I knew I was smiling. I didn't care anymore about the past coma or his paralyzed legs.
"Hey, long time no see." He said faintly.
"Yeah, welcome back. Everyone's outside waiting, let's go."
"OK Al." I stepped behind the wheelchair and pushed it towards the door and to the group of family and friends outside.
"By the way before we get outside, there's something I want to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm glad you're going to back to the house so someone can make me some pancakes."
"O really well then now what I'm gonna have to do first thing." We both laughed. I walked us out the door to the crowd. Julietta was the first one over to us than the others came over. I kneeled down next to him and looked at him.
"Welcome back Mattie, welcome back."
Cheesy right? I kow but I couldn't help it! Well this is it, its done, I can't think of anything else sooo. Tell me what you thought this was my first story so I hope my others ar better -shot-
OK I need to stop being negative! UH Thanks for everyone who read it all the way it makes feel alot better. THANKS YUNIE!
