The Boy's Favorite Girls

Confrontation

It's been one year, seven months, two weeks, and days since the accident. I was 16 at the time. They were on there way back from a movie date when a couple of drunk teenagers crashed into Dad's car. My mom died from a bruised brain, as for my dad lost too much blood.

It is the worst feeling in the world to get that call at almost midnight. The call that says that your parents are in the hospital with less than a fifty percent chance of surviving.

I had to make my own money for the house, and the food I ate, and the clothes on my back. Grace helped all she could, but in the end, I was still alone.

I parked the car and took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out. I locked the door and stopped at the gate. The gate that's separating me from my parents. Separating me from all those people that lost there lives. From the flowers people show their love with. The graveyard that I haven't visited since the funeral.

I walk straight to my parents grave and set the roses onto the small hill they are on. I requested this hill for my parents. They would have liked for me to give them their privacy.

I sit in front of their grave and take a shaky breath.

"Hey guys. I miss you a-a lot. I'm sorry I haven't visited m-more often." At this point I can't hold back the tears and they come out in silent cries.

"I have some news for you guys. Y-you guys are gonna be grand-grandparents. I haven't told Grace yet. I don't know what to do. I'm 17! I really really miss you guys. I wish you were here. Please give me some kind of sign that you can hear me."

I wait a few seconds before knowing nothings gonna happen. I sigh and get up. I wipe my tears and turn with a quiet I love you.

Before I leave the wind lightly blows. I turn back to my parents' grave and put my hand to my lips and place it on both sides of the grave.

"I promise I'll be back tomorrow. I love you," I almost cry again.

I leave with a smile. A weight was just lifted off my shoulders.