Okay, this chapter is sorta… heavy. If you read this on My Candy Love, you probably know what I am going to say. This is a very serious matter, and I expect it to be treated with the respect it deserves. Me writing about it isnt me trying to disrespect the matter in any way, and I feel as if my readers need to show the same respect, as some people do go through this. You don't have to like the story, you can give it criticism all you want, but please dont be rude. Thanks! Okay, enough with my rant, here is the chapter.

Matilda

The walk home was okay. The spring breeze was absolutely amazing.. It's like the wind was dancing around me. Back in New York, springs would be colder than this by a lot. Supposedly, this was a cold day for California, so I was gonna take it and enjoy it. I never liked the blazing heat, or the shivering cold. Spring was always my favorite time of the year with the warm/cold temperature, the rain drizzling on your bare skin…

My thoughts got interrupted once I realized where I was. I was on the other side of town, nowhere near my aunts.. The sign in front of me said, "Sweet Amoris Hospital : Next right,"

I shouldn't, I was told not to, but I can't really help myself honestly. Besides, what Agatha doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Right. Today was her first day back at work, so she would never even know I wasn't home. As long as I get home before six...

I decide to run to the hospital, as it was four o'clock, and if I wanted to get home before six, I would have to leave at around five thirty, and take a cab home. It would all be worth it, I tell myself. It will all be worth it even if I get caught.

I tap my finger nails against the wall of the elevator as I want to reach the third floor. I swear this is the slowest god damn elevator to ever be invented! It feels like it's been years by the time I hear the ping and the doors open. Thank god. I do a quick walk to the nurses station, and ask where he is. The nurse gives me a skeptical look and asks my name.

"Matilda Jones. It may be Maddi, I don't know," I say as my nerves start acting up. What if I can't even see him? Please tell me Agatha didn't keep me off the damn visitors list…

After for what felt like years of waiting, the nurse gave me the room number and told me where it was. I did my quick walk again until I turned the corner, and then I broke out in a run. I had always been told I was a fast runner, and that I should like The Flash. Personally, I was more of a Batman person, but eh.

By the time I get to the doorway my brain is doing its usual game. You know...It's your fault he's here. Since when do you go to the mall? You knew they had to be somewhere that night, but no. You had to go the mall for the stupid Harry Potter purse at hot topic. If you could have been less of a stupid nerd, your family would still be here. Congrats, you killed a six year old baby girl. For a purse. Happy? You're last words to her were for her to get outta your room. Great big sister you are.

I shake my head, telling myself my head is just messing with me. I wasn't the people who ran them off the road and made their car catch fire. I wasn't the one trying to get a business deal. I didn't kill them. I didn't kill them...

I enter the room, and I feel as if they need a crash cart. Not for my brother, but for me. My heart seemed to stop beating, the air sucked from my body. My brain shut down along with my body. All I could do was stand in the doorway, and I even needed help with that. My legs felt like they were going to give out. I grabbed the wall for support to keep myself up. For a second, I regretted this. I regretted thinking I could do this on my own, not realizing how much this would hit me. Oh, did it hit me. It hit me like a bullet square in the heart.

I let go of the wall and make my way to the bed. I know I am leaving a trail of tears behind, but I don't care about me anymore. My entire being is concerned with one thing.

That one thing is my big brother, Drake. The sole survivor of the crash that killed everyone else in my family, and put him in a coma.

I wipe the tears away from my eyes and try to form a sentence. Supposedly, people in a coma can hear what you say. I don't know if its true or not, but if it is I feel like I have to use the opportunity. I mean this could be one of the last times I talk to my brother...

"Hey Drake," I say as I run my fingers through my hair. Drake was always easy to talk to, being about two years older than myself. At fifteen, I couldn't imagine my life without Drake.

I sit down on the chair they have for guests, and I talk about relatively happy things. One of his favorite band is supposedly going to release a new album. He can now be a, "Mega awesome surfer man who says dude more than he should," now that we're in California. I say more, but I slowly run out of topics before a new one jumps out at me.

"Guess what. Today, at school, I talked to people!" I say in a somewhat happy tone. If my brother was awake, I would get a laugh and a cocky response. His blue eyes would stare me down, and say something like, "No way. You're lying. You gotta be. Maddi Jones? Talking to people? Pfft," and he would walk away. Like a little girl, I would run after him whining that I was indeed telling the truth.

All I get now is silence.

As I sit in silence, I remember something that had been in my mind for a while. "I saw on the news that Stephan Hawking thinks time travel is possible, but we just don't have a spaceship fast enough. If that's true, I could save everyone. I guess I'll have to talk to Harvard if I actually get in," I said with a smile. If only.

I talk about other random things and the time seems to fly by. I wish I could stay longer, but I say an awkward goodbye and leave the hospital. I walk past the same nurses station, and get on the same elevator. Getting a cab wasn't very easy, but it wasn't as hard as back in New York. At least I still beat my aunt home, but only by a few minutes.

I'm still getting settled in the living room when she walks in the door. I almost drop Tookie's food bowl from the shock.

"Hi sweetie!" She says in her usual voice.

I give a small hi and put the bowl down. I'm not really in a talkative mood, and I tell Agatha that.

"Okay...are you hungry or anything?" She asks, and I feel bad for putting worry in her voice. I tell myself I need to do better tomorrow. I can't fall and crack. I have to stay strong for her, and for my brother.

"I'm not really hungry. I'm just tired. Is that okay?" I ask with a small smile. "I'm okay. Really."

My aunt gives me a small smile back and tells me it's okay, but she told me she wants me to at least eat something. I grab a plum and go upstairs.

After eating the plum, the pain settles back in. Slowly but surely it returns and takes me over again. I begin to just cry again, something I hadn't done in...for as long as I can remember before all this happened. Ever since this all happened it feels like the tears won't go away. For the first time in my life, I wish I had the nerve to be a normal teenager and drink my sorrows away.