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When Roses Grow Black Chapter 23 "Do you want to call your parents and be sure they're okay?" Nick asked me as he sat down on the hospital bed next to me. The sound of his sweet voice broke me out of my own thoughts only to launch me into a whole set of new ones. "No, I don't need to call my parents. I already know they're dead. The rest of my capable family too. Why do you think nobody had been looking for me?" I replied monotone with a bit of an edge to my voice. It really annoyed the crap out of me that they never even thought about that. What did they think?? I was an orphan?? With the things I had in my bag?? Yeah right!! As I said earlier, I was rich enough to dream, but too poor to have my dream. "Uh…okay. Sorry about your family, and sorry for asking," he replied only whispering the last part. He then got up and walked slowly over to the door way. It was evident he was in pain because every time he moved too fast or in the wrong way he would hiss in a breath of air. Sorry about my family? Why because they were dead? They were better off dead. I hate it when people who were horrible in life are immortalized as perfect when they die. That's always what happens though. The person could be a cold-blooded killer and still their families and friends would only mark it off as a 'minor' mistake. Then the family would immortalize that person to be perfect. As if just because that person is dead all the bad things about him are erased. Um…no. My family, by the way I see it, is better off dead. I wasn't about to immortalize people I could barely stand. I know the truth and I'm not that delusional to wipe it away just because they were murdered. My family was messed up. My grandmother couldn't remember anything if her life depended on it. My uncle was shooting up and getting high too much to even care about life. My mother was drunk more than half of my life and we fought constantly. My father's side of the family didn't even know me anymore never mind care if I was alive. Would I mourn any of them greatly?? Sure, my older brother Justin and my Auntie JoAnne. The only two people I really cared about. They both had a huge impact on me. Most of my life I idolized Justin. I always wanted to be like him. To have his confidence and carefree attitude. I never cared that he dropped out of school or that he got caught up in drugs. When it was just me and him, that was the best. I think I had my Auntie JoAnne take the place of the mother I never had. We were always super close, and I felt I could tell her anything. I'd probably mourn my grandmother since her flaws weren't her fault. Maybe I'd mourn my dad. At one point we were really inseparable. He used to be the one I turned to with my problems. Then I moved in with him. That's when our friendship dissolved and we argued every time we were in the same room. Kevin and Brian burst back into the room, having no clue what was going on. Brian ran straight into Nick and knocked both of them over. I looked up just in time to see this and began laughing. Soon there were three other voices laughing with me. "Aw, I'm sorry Frack. I didn't see you there. You alright??" Brian asked Nick as he slowly helped him stand back up. "Frick, man, you killed my shoulder," Nick choked out in pain. His left arm lay limp at his side as he held his upper arm with his left hand. I looked to Kevin who stood over to the side watching the scene unfold, knowing he'd have the answer to my question, "What did you find?" AJ nodded in agreement to my question, and I didn't feel quite so out of place. Kevin thought a moment before answering, "Everyone's dead." The bluntness of his answer felt like a slap across the face. This was a fairly large and full hospital, and everyone was dead!?Next: Chapter 24 |