It all started back in May. School had just been let out for the summer, and I was officially a junior in high school. A group of my friends and I all decided to go out to a party to celebrate the year finally being over. The night was great. That is, until we all got drunk and decided to let an acquaintance drive us home. The last thing I remember from that night was making out with Kyle. The next morning I woke up in my bed. At first everything felt normal, except for my hangover. I crawled out of bed and made my way downstairs. As I got to the living room, my dad stood up from the couch and stared at me. No words. We looked at one another in silence, until I notice that his eyes were red and puffy.
My dad finally broke after twenty minutes of pestering from me.
"Alex. Your mother passed away last night." He sobbed. It felt as though my whole world had stopped. I could hear my heart pounding louder than ever before, like in the movies. I remember being angry at myself. I was drunk. I wasn't home. Then I got angrier at God. She wasn't sick. She was healthy and friendly. She didn't deserve to die!
My dad told me how she passed away and I didn't say a word. I just stood up, and I left. I got into my car, and I began driving. I didn't have a plan on where to go. I ended up at Kyles house. If anyone could listen to me cry, it would be Kyle. Or so I thought. Before I even got out of my car, Maddie walked out of his house. My jaw dropped and I pressed on the car horn. She looked at me, and began running away. I, however, drove my car through Kyles garage door, and quickly pulled out and left.
"Wtf Universe." Was all I could think. I decided to just go home. It wasn't any different than before, except for now, my brothers were in the living room, sitting silently. My entire house was silent. I joined them on the sofa, sitting silently, staring off into space. I imagined my mom in the kitchen, cracking a stupid dad joke to me. I would fake laugh just to make her feel happy. She would be in the middle of cleaning and dance with the broom and sing Bohemian Rhapsody. My mom always did the voices to the song as perfectly as she possibly could.
My dad walked into the room and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, and hugged a box. He began to sob. I found, that when my dad is upset, it is best to just let him be. My heart ached for him. I wasn't even upset that my boyfriend had just cheated on me, or that my car looked like awful because I drove it through his garage. I was upset because my family was broken.
Her funeral was a week later. I sat next to her casket as people asked me how I was doing and told me to take care. I wondered where half of these people were before she had passed away. I had never met most of them. My aunt told me that she had just left an impression on so many lives. I believed her.
Out of all the faces I saw that night, however, one really stuck out to me. A tall, thin kid. His thick curly hair covered his forehead and just barely went over the top of his glasses. I knew him. I didn't know, why he was at my mothers calling hours. He had a blank expression on his face and talked a lot to a woman who I assumed to be his grandmother. I figured she must have been one of the women at my mothers work that she baked cookies for. He, however, was a victim of Kyle and the football team. I remember pretending to not notice as Kyle threw the kid against a locker.
Landon Rodgers was his name, and this sighting at my moms funeral was just the beginning.