I Wasn't Promised A Thing. Ch. 6-Can't Help This
- 2010/03/23 04:14:07
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..::Can’t Help This::..
It was Saturday. Its been three days since Dallas’ death. It was his
funeral day. We didn’t go to his calling hours, I just did not want to. I would
have gotten even more depressed than I already was. I laid in bed thinking
about all of this. Sid was still sleeping, amazingly. Usually, he’s always up
before I am. So I had some thinking time. I thought about the first day I met
Sid, and how Dallas didn’t like him all that much. How I blew him off for
Sid. Which made me feel horrible. How Sid and him almost got into a fight
before he got killed. Then I started to wonder, is this my fault? Or Sid’s?
Nonsense. We didn’t kill him. Or did we? Or did the pain I put him through
because of Sid start to kill him inside and the murderer finished him off? I
was over thinking way to much. I had to go do something to take my mind
off Dallas. It wasn’t fair. Dallas never did anything to anyone. And he had to
get his LIFE taken away.
As soon as I sat up, Sid woke up. So I just laid back down. Now that
he’s up, I had someone to talk to. And to take my mind off of Dallas.
“You’re up?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I’ve been up for a while…thinking.”
“How long and about what?”
“Like 45 minutes or so, and about Dallas…and how it could have
been our fault he’s dead.” I was afraid he would start to feel upset because
it felt like I was blamed him for Dallas’ death.
“Why would you say that?”
“Think about it, when you moved here, he didn’t like you. When he
wanted to hang out, I left him for you. Before he got killed, you and him
almost got into a fight. Then that night, we found him dead in front of the
apartment door. The apartment house I live in.”
“So what are you trying to say?” He asked me. I paused, and thought
about it for a moment…
“Oh my god…” I said in shock sitting up.
“What? What’s the matter?” Sid asked, also sitting up after me.
“What if…Dallas got so mad at me…he committed…suicide? It
makes sense…doesn’t hit?”
“Do you really think Dallas would do that?”
“Where are Alex and Adam? Forget it, none of it makes sense!” I put
my head in my hands. The whole thing was confusing and now I really did
not want to go to the funeral…but I had to. I needed some answers. And I
needed them fast. Before I went insane.
Sid just rubbed my back. But he didn’t say anything. Normally, he
has things to say. Things that I pondered questions on.
“Please say something.” I asked him.
“I don’t know what to say. What do you want me to say?”
“Anything you can think of. You always have something to say. And
its always something I want to hear. Why not now when I need it?” I think I
made him feel bad. Which I did not mean to do. That wasn’t my goal.
I got out of bed and walked out into the living room. He sighed and
watched me leave. I got to the living room and looked around a little. It was
a tad messy, so I picked it up. Then made my way to the shower. When I
got out, I got dressed in a black outfit. And the only thing Sid said to me
was, “Are you ready?” and the whole ride to the funeral home was quiet.
“We are here today because of an innocent teen, who made the
wrong decision. Thoughts of suicide haunted him for the longest time, and
he couldn’t take it anymore! But is that what happened? Did this 17-year-
old commit suicide? Or was it an act of murder? Question’s have yet to be
answered. But our thoughts and prayers go out to Dallas’ friends and
family. And we wish them the best.”
So no one actually knows for sure what happened. Great. I hope Alex
and Adam are here.
We got to the “Get-together” after words. And luckily Alex and Adam
were there. Safe. I ran up to them
“Oh my god. Thank goodness you’re here. What happened? Why is
Dallas…dead?” I asked them.
“Listen Ali, we’re still your friends and all, but I think its best if we
didn’t talk as much anymore. You weren’t there for Dallas when he needed
you the most. Instead, you left him. For Sid.” Adam told me. Then he
walked away. I wasn’t sure what was happening.
“Adam! Alex, what’s going on?” I asked apathetically.
“Listen, I don’t think right now’s a good time.”
“No. I want answers. My friend just died and now everyone decides
not to talk to me? What is going on?!” She started to walk away, but I got
her to stop.
“Oh yeah? I didn’t just lose a friend, I lost a boyfriend. And since
when do you call him a friend? Seems like you never cared. I’ll tell you what happened. We got chased by the gang. And they got Dallas.
I screamed and ran away. I wish I never did. But I did. And Adam ran away
too. That’s all you need to know.” and she walked away, with tears in her
eyes. Everything was falling apart. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.