Summer dawned on Everwood early that year. But the town wasn't partaking in
the normal summer activities they had every other year before. Instead, the
small town was gathered at the gravesite of young Colin Hart. Everyone had
memories of the beloved teenager, except Adina. She didn't even know what
she was doing there. Hearing everyone's stories about how nice he was, and
what a great guy he had been, made her feel even more alienated then usual.
"Colin wasn't just an outstanding student, or gifted basketball player," A middle-aged woman, who Adina assumed was Mrs. Hart, began. She couldn't help but remember her mother's funeral. It had been so strange, standing there, watching as her mothers coffin was lowered. Even on crutches, with a huge red scars crisscrossing all over her pale skin; she stood there for what seemed like hours. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like if she hadn't been moderately sedated at the time.
Adina was suddenly brought out of her daydream by the feeling of Delia's hand slipping into hers. Delia looked up at her with sad eyes. Even though Delia still wasn't old enough to fully realize the finality of death, Adina could perceive the sorrow and worry etched in her young face. All the Brown children were mature for their age, even the so-called "baby" of the three.
As the ceremony end, and most people ventured toward the coffin, where the Hart's were stationed, Adina hung back. She recognized a familiar girl sitting towards the back of the church, looking completely lost.
"Hi," Adina greeted, trying to remember the girl's name.
"Hey," the girl hardly whispered without looking up, "Adina, right?"
"Yeah," Adina nodded, leaning against the pew, "Sorry for your lose. I didn't know him, but he sounds like he was a great guy."
"Thanks," she nodded absently. It was then Adina became conscious of the fact that this was Amy Abbot, girlfriend of Colin Hart.
"Do you want to be alone?" Adina asked, recalling how much she wanted to be left to herself after her mother's death.
"Actually, can you stay with me?" Amy asked. Shocked, Adina nodded and joined Amy in the pew. She couldn't understand why Ephram had been so stern about her staying away from Amy. She seemed nice enough, and it was obvious she needed a friend. And so did Adina.
"So you must think I'm being over-dramatic, right? I mean, it's not like I lost a family member, like you," Amy asked Adina, as they sat together, cross-legged on the Abbot's back porch.
"No, not at all," Adina shook her head, "Losing someone you love is harder then a lot of people think. After my mom died, I couldn't sleep or eat or even do much of anything for weeks. It took months of therapy before I could even talk about it."
"But you got through it right?" Amy questioned, hopeful.
"Yeah, for the most part," Adina replied, "It wasn't easy, but after awhile, you don't feel as bad, and you can actually function without thinking about them every moment of the day. Believe me Amy; you'll get through it." Adina promised, patting Amy on the back encouragingly. This was different. The last time she had ever consoled anyone was when Delia's goldfish died.
"Thanks Adina," Amy said, looking up, "It really means a lot to me that you're here."
"No problem," Adina smiled, "You need someone right now."
Adina carefully opened the door to the Brown household, knowing she was supposed to be home over an hour ago.
"Hey, where were you?" Ephram asked from the living room, without looking up from his playstation.
"The Abbott's," Adina answered, grabbing a bottle of Sprite from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch next to Ephram. Upon hearing her response he paused his game.
"Wait, what in the hell were you doing there?" Ephram questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Hanging out with Amy," Adina replied, grabbing the controller from him.
"Why?" Ephram continued his questioning.
"Because she needed someone. Are you done with the interrogation, or do we have to play twenty questions all night?" Adina replied, slightly annoyed, "I really don't know what your deal is with her, but don't drag me into it."
"Alright ok, don't bite my head off," Ephram backed down, stealing the controller back.
"Colin wasn't just an outstanding student, or gifted basketball player," A middle-aged woman, who Adina assumed was Mrs. Hart, began. She couldn't help but remember her mother's funeral. It had been so strange, standing there, watching as her mothers coffin was lowered. Even on crutches, with a huge red scars crisscrossing all over her pale skin; she stood there for what seemed like hours. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like if she hadn't been moderately sedated at the time.
Adina was suddenly brought out of her daydream by the feeling of Delia's hand slipping into hers. Delia looked up at her with sad eyes. Even though Delia still wasn't old enough to fully realize the finality of death, Adina could perceive the sorrow and worry etched in her young face. All the Brown children were mature for their age, even the so-called "baby" of the three.
As the ceremony end, and most people ventured toward the coffin, where the Hart's were stationed, Adina hung back. She recognized a familiar girl sitting towards the back of the church, looking completely lost.
"Hi," Adina greeted, trying to remember the girl's name.
"Hey," the girl hardly whispered without looking up, "Adina, right?"
"Yeah," Adina nodded, leaning against the pew, "Sorry for your lose. I didn't know him, but he sounds like he was a great guy."
"Thanks," she nodded absently. It was then Adina became conscious of the fact that this was Amy Abbot, girlfriend of Colin Hart.
"Do you want to be alone?" Adina asked, recalling how much she wanted to be left to herself after her mother's death.
"Actually, can you stay with me?" Amy asked. Shocked, Adina nodded and joined Amy in the pew. She couldn't understand why Ephram had been so stern about her staying away from Amy. She seemed nice enough, and it was obvious she needed a friend. And so did Adina.
"So you must think I'm being over-dramatic, right? I mean, it's not like I lost a family member, like you," Amy asked Adina, as they sat together, cross-legged on the Abbot's back porch.
"No, not at all," Adina shook her head, "Losing someone you love is harder then a lot of people think. After my mom died, I couldn't sleep or eat or even do much of anything for weeks. It took months of therapy before I could even talk about it."
"But you got through it right?" Amy questioned, hopeful.
"Yeah, for the most part," Adina replied, "It wasn't easy, but after awhile, you don't feel as bad, and you can actually function without thinking about them every moment of the day. Believe me Amy; you'll get through it." Adina promised, patting Amy on the back encouragingly. This was different. The last time she had ever consoled anyone was when Delia's goldfish died.
"Thanks Adina," Amy said, looking up, "It really means a lot to me that you're here."
"No problem," Adina smiled, "You need someone right now."
Adina carefully opened the door to the Brown household, knowing she was supposed to be home over an hour ago.
"Hey, where were you?" Ephram asked from the living room, without looking up from his playstation.
"The Abbott's," Adina answered, grabbing a bottle of Sprite from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch next to Ephram. Upon hearing her response he paused his game.
"Wait, what in the hell were you doing there?" Ephram questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Hanging out with Amy," Adina replied, grabbing the controller from him.
"Why?" Ephram continued his questioning.
"Because she needed someone. Are you done with the interrogation, or do we have to play twenty questions all night?" Adina replied, slightly annoyed, "I really don't know what your deal is with her, but don't drag me into it."
"Alright ok, don't bite my head off," Ephram backed down, stealing the controller back.