Totally didn't almost cry when I was writing this chapter...

Ethan

I was running into the airport and to the desk quickly. A different girl was there. She had grabbed my ticket and approved it. I rush through the security and get quickly onto the plane. I sit down and look out the window.

The reason I'm going home is not something to be glad for... And that was why I had been crying the night before. My brother knows I'm coming home... My parents don't... They don't know because...

their in the hospital...

My mom and dad had been hit by a drunk driver on the way home from the store... My mom was driving the car and had been hit the worst... From what my brother said they could more likely than not, die...

I was trying not to cry about it and in a matter of time I had fallen asleep...

And no time the plane ride was almost over. So I text my brother that I'm about to get off the plane. Then do whatever you were supposed to do before landing.

When the plane lands I go and grab my stuff and try finding my brother. Of course it's a little hard because he isn't waving to me like he usually does. But when I found him I knew it wasn't good. He seemed upset and I knew it was about what happened...

But I set my stuff in the trunk and get in the passenger seat. We started heading in the direction of the hospital... I had been there for one thing my peanut allergies. Which was only a few times which I'm lucky about.

It didn't take long to get there... And once we did both of us ran in...there were doctors rushing into one of the rooms... My brother went to the desk and asked to see them...

They said we'd have to wait while she sees if they'll allow visitors... She came out with a look of sadness on her face.

"You boys better get in there..." She said...

She told us the room and me and my brother run to it. My brother let's me in first...

"Mom... I just wanted to say I'm sorry about arguing with you and starting something that was completely unnecessary... Although what you said really pissed me off I shouldn't have kept it going the next day... It was very immature of me to do so..." I say quickly...

"E-Ethan, I'm sorry to... I started all of it and should have realized that it's really not that easy. I just didn't think about it like I should have and now I realize where I went wrong..." My mom says...

I hug her making sure not to hurt her... She hugs back...

"Boys... When I die... Don't mourn me... Move along with your lives... Ethan... If I do die now... Then make make sure your friends know that I appreciate that they helped you. Just give them this..." My mom says...

She hands me two envelopes that have both of their names on them... And she hands another one to me and one to Andrew... I really had a hard time trying not to cry... But of course tears start rolling down my face...

"Mom... Please don't talk like tha-"

Suddenly the machine starts beeping and my mother starts crying in pain and discomfort. My brother runs out to go get someone to help... I can hear him yelling and calling for someone.

But... It flatlined... The machines lines going straight (unlike me)... People coming in... A doctor shook his head and wrote something down...

And he mumbles something devastating...

"Time of death.... 2:18 pm..."

I sit down and look at the clock... It suddenly just start sobbing... My brother sat with me and I knew he was trying not to cry... He wanted to stay strong and be there for me because he thinks I need it more than he does... But he's done so much for me recently I feel bad just letting him bottle it up...

"A-Andrew, you don't have to bottle anything up... I know it's hard for you too..." I say in between sobs.

Andrew just shakes his head and sighs... Dad was probably down the hall... We get up and my brother goes to the desk...

My brother asks if we can see dad...

"I'm sorry boys, Mr. Nestor is in surgery right now... We don't know if it'll work but it's the only thing that'll possibly save him..." She says.

She seemed new because she even looked like she was going to tear up...

My brother sighs sadly...

"If he survives, can you tell him A-Anne Nestor... T-tell him she d-didn't make i-it..." Now my brother had finally started to cry...

"Y-yeah will do..."

"Could you have the hospital contact us when it's over...?" My brother asks, scribbling down his number and giving it to her...

She nods.

We head out of the hospital and back into the car... He was driving back home...

I knew Andrew was trying not to cry again... But I said nothing about it this time... I saw everything flash by... Roads were suddenly turnt into memories...

Memories of her... Of my mom before I moved and before my brother went to college... Before I went quiet. Before I became a disappointment...

I'm sorry mom...

I'm sorry dad...

If you're still alive dad... Please know that I love you and I hope you make it...

If you don't make it just know I always appreciated you as a father and never doubted your ability to take care of me or Andrew... I love you and I'll miss you... Goodbye...

And I was crying... I knew I would be... I guess I could tell Mark what happened...

I grab my phone and text Mark...

'E: Mark... My mom didn't make it... She had just passed a bit ago... I just don't know what to do... My dad is in surgery right now... So me and my brother are heading home and going to wait for an update... I don't know how to deal with it and I didn't know who to ask so I thought you might know...'

I clicked send and started crying harder...

'M: Ethan... I may have lost my dad... But I am not an expert on this... What I did was the completely wrong thing... So one thing I'll tell you NOT to do is to keep it all inside... Because through out my senior year of high school I isolated myself and ignored people when they asked me if I was fine... I tried to have people not to think about me so much I began not to take care of myself... Me and Tyler are always going to be here for you, you can tell us anything you feel comfortable sharing with us...'

The last sentence made me smile for a second before reality struck. My brother had pulled into the driveway... And we both were sure of what we were going to do... We head to mom's and dad's room... I sat down on the bed and started to stare off at the wall... But Andrew had been looking at some of moms things...

"Ethan... Can you promise me something...?"

I nod...

"Can you promise me that you won't h-hurt yourself..." My brother says.

I sigh and nod...

"I promise..."

And then his phone goes off...

Now what are you doing you may ask. Fantasizing about making people I idolize miserable and writing about it from my own experiences and from things I've seen/heard. Well I have Monday off so I am getting back into writing but not during the weekend because I'm going to go to a friend's house and another one of my friends might be going I'm not sure. Welp I'm a horrible person bye! Also I'm surprised I updated this fast.