Chapter 3

That was the most I spoke for the next few months. Everybody grieves differently. I spent my time in a silent, daze like consciousness. I wouldn't be able to tell you any of the events that occurred in the past

three months, they were just empty blurs of passing time. I began to fade into the walls. My friends seemed to feel that they were treading on eggshells around me. Eventually they vanished too. Nobody knew

what to say to me that didn't cause pain to flash across my face, nobody knew how to comfort me because I never responded, nobody except Matt knew me well enough for that, and Matt was dead. Every night

since the accident, I've woken myself from screams as the accident replays itself in my dreams. It's gotten to the point that I fear falling asleep, but I can't stay awake forever. The summer was approaching and I

was about to finish my junior year. Matt would be graduating if it weren't for the accident. The night before graduation was bad. All day I watched as seniors talked excitedly about their future plans and their

excitement to be graduating. His memory plagued me the entire day and his death haunted me that night. I put off falling asleep for as long as I could, but around one-thirty I lost my two day battle. It seemed

that I'd only just closed my eyes when I saw the headlights. There was Matt's face, his frightened expression vivid in my mind. The car flipped and spun, heading for the tree. Right before we crashed the scene

changed and I was standing in the middle of the soccer pitch at my high school. It was set up like it would be for graduation tomorrow. A stage was where the goal would've been and chairs covered the playing

part of the field. The stadium was empty except for me and one other person. His back was turned to me, but I knew from the cut of his hair and the slope of his shoulders that he was definitely a he. Cautiously I

walked toward him refusing to hope but hoping anyways. No one else I knew had that exact shade of dusty brown hair. As I drew closer the boy turned around and faced me. There wasn't a trace of fear on his

face now. "Matt?"