Here's the sixth. Well, feel free to flame on this one. I almost cried when I came up with this.

Summary: read the other chapters to find out

Disclaimer: don't own

Chapter six: bad news

A week had passed, and still I had not heard back from Satoshi. I was beginning to wonder if he hated me now. I felt bad. I would ask the teachers that day to see if they had gotten any news of the Cali group.

Three hours later…

I got to temple early, as usual. I walked in and was the only one there. I sat and waited for about ten minutes before the teachers came to the room. I walked up to them and asked if they had heard anything. One of them turned their head away.

Children began to file into the classroom. I couldn't hear a word of what they were saying. What was going on? Why were they crying? I asked again. The moment I heard, my eyes widened. Now I knew why they were crying. My hand flew up to my face. It was all I could do to keep from crying out.

I couldn't say that I didn't believe it. I knew that the teachers would never joke about something that serious. I closed my eyes, and a tear ran down my now pale cheek. How had this happened? What had gone wrong?

The words echoed in my head. A plane crash. There were no found survivors. The plane was completely wrecked. Tear after tear ran down my cheeks. What had he done to deserve that? What had ANY of them done?

My decision was instant. There was no thinking. I turned and bolted. I ran down the halls. Tears running down my face. Over and over again, I asked myself how this was possible. How could this have happened? I never came up with an answer.

I burst out the door into pouring rain. I ran directly into the rain. I didn't even notice it. Everything was a blur to me. I ran and ran. Even though cramps bit at my sides, even though the cold pierced like needles through my skin, I continued to run.

Eventually, I found myself out by the airport. I only knew this because of the open fields. I stopped in the middle of one, looked up at the cloudy sky, and shouted WHY? My mind was spinning.

I could not keep myself up any longer, and I fell into a patch of mud in the middle of an open field. The last thing I remembered before my world went completely black was a pair of sturdy hands picking me up and carrying me into a warm room.

Two days later…

My eyes opened slowly. I didn't want to wake up. I was so warm. My eyes slowly inched open. My view focused and a figure came into view. It was an old man. His face was kind. I sat up. My surroundings were different. I momentarily forgot what had happened, but soon enough, I was crying again.

The old man asked me where I lived, and if I would like to phone my parents. I had been out for two days, and they must be worried sick about me. I thanked him and took the offer.

My mother was frantic on picking up the phone. She scolded me, and then asked what had happened. After I had finished telling her, she was crying. She asked where I was, and told me she would pick me up right away.

One hour later…

I thanked the old man for his hospitality, and I promised to visit.

Mom and I got into the car and made a trek back to the house in complete silence. When we arrived, there was a letter for me. It informed me that Satoshi's funeral was to be next week. It gave me the address, and told me to be there. I packed, and got ready. I was going to go to Stockton California.

A week later…

I was now in Stockton. I had never been there before. It was no different then Colorado, besides the temperature. The day of the funeral had rolled around fast, and I was dreading going.

As it began, we all knew that the casket was empty, but it didn't matter. He would have a good burial. We all sang the Hatikvah, and a few other songs. Finally, we sang the mourner's caddish.

It ended with me getting over emotional, and running out. I sat by the ocean and watched the waves go peacefully back and forth. Everything in nature was acting like nothing had ever happened, like it was no big deal.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I sat and watched the sunset for a little longer. I began to walk towards the house again, and prepared to pack. We were leaving the next day.

We returned home. Nothing seemed as bright any more. Everything was dim and colorless. It felt so wrong to have life and color when Satoshi had been denied the right, and the privilege.

I went to sleep with my mind on nothing, and everything slipped away. My schoolwork, my friends, my life, even my art was slipping. It was becoming darker and darker as my depression deepened along with it.

And so, a year passed by in this state. Nothing happened, and nothing hadn't. Finally, it was time to visit the grave of my old, lost friend once more.

To be continued…

Remember, this isn't the end. The future looks bleak from here, but you will see… good night all… suck on that for a week. -