A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad that I'm not making this a one-
parter cause I am having fun writing this story.
Seth got up from bed and went downstairs. He saw his parents sitting in the kitchen. Their not just your parents, Seth thought to himself, their Ryan's also. "Hey sweetie. How are you?" Kirsten asked. "Been better," Seth mumbled. "You wanna sit down?" Sandy asked. Seth sat down. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" Sandy asked. "You really wanna know the whole truth?" Seth said. Sandy and Kirsten nodded. "We were driving, a car came toward us, we rolled off a cliff and Ryan died," Seth said. "Anything else?" Sandy asked. Seth started to tear up. "He told us that he loved us, and that you guys and me were his only real family ever." Seth got up and went upstairs.
Sandy and Kirsten watched him. "We have to do something Sandy," she said. "I know. But give him time. His only brother died and he witnessed it. If you saw Hailey die, would you react differently?" Sandy asked. Kirsten nodded. "You're right. We shouldn't be so hard on him," she said. Sandy got up and looked up the stairs. "SETH! ARE YOU HUNGRY?" Sandy asked. "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Seth said. Sandy walked away. "Aren't you going to do anything?" Kirsten asked. Sandy shook his head. "We shouldn't be so hard on him," Sandy said.
Seth was in his room, again, with the door locked. He took out a bottle of Coke and put some Scotch in it. He didn't care if his intestines burned up and he died. At least he would be with Ryan. He's been drinking heavily for a while. When he would go over to Luke's, he would always take a bottle of something full of alcohol. He would drink it in a day, visit Luke and get more.
About 10 minutes later, Seth was drunk. He made a huge mistake. He unlocked the door and went downstairs. His parents were watching TV. "Howwwwwwwwwwww Deee Hoooo!" Seth said. Sandy and Kirsten looked up. "I'm Mr. Hankey the Chirstmassssssss Poo!" Seth said as he stumbled over. "Are you fucking drunk?" Sandy asked. "Of course not! How would I get alcohol? From Luke when I go over there everyday? Oh wait. That IS how I get it!" Seth stood up and span in circles singing Ring Around the Rosie. He fell over. "Woah! That was soooooooo much fun! Ryan wasn't that fun?" Seth looked to his left. "Where's Ryan?" He looked at his parents. "Oh yeah! He died! He died when I rolled the car off the cliff because jackasses don't know how to drive! Heh heh. I'm funny," Seth said. He went upstairs and turned his radio on. He blasted the radio. "What are we going to do?" Kirsten asked. "We'll talk to him went he isn't being a jackass," Sandy sad.
About 10 minutes later, Seth was still blasting the radio. "WE HAVE A SPECIAL REQUEST FROM SETH COHEN TO HIS DEAD BROTHER, RYAN," the man said. Sandy and Kirsten went to the edge of the stairs as the song blared from the speakers.
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
and every stupid word that everybody's hanging on
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
"Oh god Sandy!" Kirsten was crying. Sandy went up into his son's room. Seth was dancing and singing the words to the song, really, really badly.
"Call 911, Ryan's already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause his lips taste like a hit-and-run
Ryan's his number one chalk outline on the floor Ryan's dead and Luke hit us! WOOOOOOO!"
Sandy stared at Seth. "WHAT!?" Sandy screamed. Seth looked at him. "Hi dad! Didn't I tell you? Luke was driving the truck! He wanted Ryan dead! WOOOOOOO!" Sandy grabbed his son. He put him on the bed and turned the radio off. "Stay here," Sandy said coldly.
Seth sat on the bed, rocking back and forth. Sandy came back up. "I got a present for you," he said. Seth smiled. "Close your eyes," Sandy said. Seth closed his eyes. Sandy took two pills and put them into Seth's mouth. Seth choked on them, but he fell asleep. When he woke up, they were going to have a long talk.
Seth got up from bed and went downstairs. He saw his parents sitting in the kitchen. Their not just your parents, Seth thought to himself, their Ryan's also. "Hey sweetie. How are you?" Kirsten asked. "Been better," Seth mumbled. "You wanna sit down?" Sandy asked. Seth sat down. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" Sandy asked. "You really wanna know the whole truth?" Seth said. Sandy and Kirsten nodded. "We were driving, a car came toward us, we rolled off a cliff and Ryan died," Seth said. "Anything else?" Sandy asked. Seth started to tear up. "He told us that he loved us, and that you guys and me were his only real family ever." Seth got up and went upstairs.
Sandy and Kirsten watched him. "We have to do something Sandy," she said. "I know. But give him time. His only brother died and he witnessed it. If you saw Hailey die, would you react differently?" Sandy asked. Kirsten nodded. "You're right. We shouldn't be so hard on him," she said. Sandy got up and looked up the stairs. "SETH! ARE YOU HUNGRY?" Sandy asked. "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Seth said. Sandy walked away. "Aren't you going to do anything?" Kirsten asked. Sandy shook his head. "We shouldn't be so hard on him," Sandy said.
Seth was in his room, again, with the door locked. He took out a bottle of Coke and put some Scotch in it. He didn't care if his intestines burned up and he died. At least he would be with Ryan. He's been drinking heavily for a while. When he would go over to Luke's, he would always take a bottle of something full of alcohol. He would drink it in a day, visit Luke and get more.
About 10 minutes later, Seth was drunk. He made a huge mistake. He unlocked the door and went downstairs. His parents were watching TV. "Howwwwwwwwwwww Deee Hoooo!" Seth said. Sandy and Kirsten looked up. "I'm Mr. Hankey the Chirstmassssssss Poo!" Seth said as he stumbled over. "Are you fucking drunk?" Sandy asked. "Of course not! How would I get alcohol? From Luke when I go over there everyday? Oh wait. That IS how I get it!" Seth stood up and span in circles singing Ring Around the Rosie. He fell over. "Woah! That was soooooooo much fun! Ryan wasn't that fun?" Seth looked to his left. "Where's Ryan?" He looked at his parents. "Oh yeah! He died! He died when I rolled the car off the cliff because jackasses don't know how to drive! Heh heh. I'm funny," Seth said. He went upstairs and turned his radio on. He blasted the radio. "What are we going to do?" Kirsten asked. "We'll talk to him went he isn't being a jackass," Sandy sad.
About 10 minutes later, Seth was still blasting the radio. "WE HAVE A SPECIAL REQUEST FROM SETH COHEN TO HIS DEAD BROTHER, RYAN," the man said. Sandy and Kirsten went to the edge of the stairs as the song blared from the speakers.
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
and this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song,
and every stupid word that everybody's hanging on
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
and I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view
of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends... she'll kill me quick.
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned to a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
School and work returned to normal before long
(before long... and no one will mention any of this again)
Call 911, I'm already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
"Oh god Sandy!" Kirsten was crying. Sandy went up into his son's room. Seth was dancing and singing the words to the song, really, really badly.
"Call 911, Ryan's already dead but
someone should be caught and held responsible
for this bloody mess
Call homicide, take the case to court
Cause his lips taste like a hit-and-run
Ryan's his number one chalk outline on the floor Ryan's dead and Luke hit us! WOOOOOOO!"
Sandy stared at Seth. "WHAT!?" Sandy screamed. Seth looked at him. "Hi dad! Didn't I tell you? Luke was driving the truck! He wanted Ryan dead! WOOOOOOO!" Sandy grabbed his son. He put him on the bed and turned the radio off. "Stay here," Sandy said coldly.
Seth sat on the bed, rocking back and forth. Sandy came back up. "I got a present for you," he said. Seth smiled. "Close your eyes," Sandy said. Seth closed his eyes. Sandy took two pills and put them into Seth's mouth. Seth choked on them, but he fell asleep. When he woke up, they were going to have a long talk.