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"No!" I couldn't accept it. Bright blue lights lights blinked around me, but I didn't notice, nor did I care. My family had died.
I went with my friends after graduation to eat, while my mom and dad went home.
"Son. I asked you something."
I felt an arm on my shoulder, and I suddenly became semi-alert. "Huh?"
"How old are you?"
"18. Why?" All I could do was stand there.
"Well, you're of legal age, so we can't make you a word of the state. Is there anyone you can stay with?"
"Um, I think so, yea."
For the next few days at my best freinds house. I really don't remember. I was in a daze the whole time. Which is why I am glad our church was kind enough to do all the funeral arrangements. The last thing I remember clearly is the caskets being lowered into the ground. Then it hit me. I fell to my knees and cryed.
The next day I woke up, but my daze was gone and was replaced by this literal horrible pain in my heart. The next few weeks I went through a ton of feelings. Sadness for the loss of my parents, confusion as to what I would do. I couldn't go to college anymore. And I had to find a job really quick so I could stop being a burden on my friend.
A few weeks had passed when my friend told me they were going on vacation. I thought for a moment when he told me, then I said, "Oh. Ok. I'll get out of here tommorrow."
He laughed, then said, "No man! You're coming with us! And man, you need it!"
I looked at my friend, the one who carried me through. I had done everything to make the burden of my being there less, but I still felt I was wearing out my welcome. Though they always have, even before my parents died, treated me like a son. He smiled. I knew even if I hadn't been staying there, he would have invited me, like the summers before, and I needed a vacation too. "Ok. Thanks."
The next day we packed. It would be cool to go Colorado, but the hurt was still so much, I doubted I would enjoy myself.
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