CHAPTER 8
+Zac+
I Walked Into The Kitchen To Get Something To Eat When The Phone Rang. I Was Still The Only One Home So I Answered It. ‘Hello?’ I Said Holding The Phone On My Shoulder As I Opened The Fridge. ‘ZAC! ITS MRS. WILLIAMS!’ I Heard Dylans Mom Say Franticly On The Other End. I Closed The Fridge And Held The Phone. ‘Whats Wrong?’ I Asked Getting Scared. ‘Zac, Im At The Hospital! Dylan, She Was Hit By A Car! She’s Asking For You!’ She Was Crying Really Hard And I Had To Wipe Tears Off My Own Face. ‘Are You At Tulsa General?’ I Asked Staring To Shake. ‘Yes! In The Emergancy Ward!’ She Was Having Troublw Breathing. ‘I’ll Be RIGHT There!’ I Said Hanging Up. I Ran To The Door And Bumped Into My Mom. ‘Zac! Whats Wrong?’ She Asked Putting Her Bag Down And Grabbing My Shoulders. ‘Dylan! She Was Hit By A Car And She’s In The Hospital!’ As I Said This I Broke Down And Had Trouble Breathing Myself. ‘Oh Gosh! Walker Stay With The Kids! I Have To Take Zac To The Hospital! It’s Dylan!’ She Said Running Out The Door As My Dad Came In With My Brothers And Sisters. We Got In The Van And My Mom Got To The Hospital As Fast As She Could. We Ran In And Seen Mrs. Williams Standing There With A Doctor. We Ran Up! ‘Zac! Im So Glad You’re Here! Go With This Doctor! Dylan Needs To See You! It Doesn’t Look Good!’ She Said Breaking Down Into My Mom’s Arms. I Went With The Doctor And He Led Me Into The Room Where Dylan Was. She Had A Minor Surgery But Wasn’t Looking Too Good. ‘Dylan! Zac’s Here!’ The Doctor Said. I Sat Down Beside Her Bed In A Chair. ‘Dyl! Im Here…’I Said Touching Her Hand, It Was Cut Up Pretty Bad. ‘Zac…’ She Said In A Groggy Voice. ‘Shhh..Don’t Talk…’I Said Moving A Piece Of Hair Off Her Forehead. ‘I Came To Talk To You…There’s A Note In My Pocket…’ She Looked At Me With Sad Eyes And I Could Tell It Hurt Her To Talk. ‘Zac I Was Wrong…’ I Didn’t Want Her To Hurt Her Self Anymore. ‘Dylan…Its Alright..Just Rest. I Ran My Finger Lightly Across Her Cheek. And Held Her Hand. ‘Zac...I Love You…’ I Looked At Her As Tears Fell Down My Face. Her Eyes Closed And Her Moniter Beeped As A Flat Line Ran Across It. ‘NO! DYLAN NO!’ I Yelled As Tears Flushed From My Eyes. The Doctor Heard Me And Ran In, So Did Mrs.Williams. ‘She’s…Gone…’ I Said Holding Her Hand Still. Her Mom Ran Over To Her Otherside And Cried On Her Chest. The Doctor Left Us Alone With Her. I Looked Up At Her Coat Which Was Hanging Up And Let Go Of Her Hand And Walked Over. I Pulled The Note Out Of Her Pocket. I Unfolded It And Started To Read. I Slid Down The Wall As I Read The Words She Had Written. I Walked Over To Her And Kissed Her Forehead. ‘I Love You Too Dylie!’ I Wiped More Tears Off My Face And Went Over And Hugged Her Mom Tight. We Sat In Dylans Room For Quite A While Before The Doctor Came Back In. ‘If You Need More Time That’s Alright!’ He Told Us. ‘I’ll Give You Some Time Mrs.Williams!’ I Walked Out With The Doctor. He Had Told My Mom And She Had Called The Family. I Seen Them Sitting In The Waiting Room All Crying. They All Stood When I Walked Out. I Walked Right Into My Moms Arms And Cried So Hard I Didn’t Think I’d Stop.
At First I Blamed Myself For Telling Her THAT Day And THAT Time And Because She Was Coming To MY House, But I Realized That I Cant Blame Myself And That It Was No Ones Fault. Just A Freak Accident. I Still Have That Letter, I Take It With Me Wherever I Go. Whenever I Do A Show, Its Like Taking A Piece Of Dylan On Stage. I Still Get Upset When I Go Into In And Out, I Don’t Go There Much Anymore. Or When I See Roger Ebert On TV, But I Also Have To Smile At The Memories Dylan And I Had Together. She Was My Best Friend For 13 Years, And As Far As Im Concerned, She’ll Be My Best Friend Forever. I’ll See Her Again Someday, And Until That Day Comes, I Count Myself As Lucky To Have Had Dylan In My Life.
‘LADIES AND GENTELMAN! HERE IS….HANSON!’ I Heard The Announcer Say. ‘Well Dylie, This One’s For You!’ I Smiled And Patted My Pocket Which Held Her Letter. I Sang The Best I Could That Day. It Was One Year Since We Lost Dylan And We Were Doing A Charity Show At The Fair Grounds In Tulsa. Dylan Had Had Asthma So We Were Raising Money For That, For Her. We Had Sang At Dylan’s Funeral, Amazing Grace. It Was The Hardest Song I’ll Ever Have To Sing, Because I Was Singing To My Bestfriend, Only She Wasn’t Sitting In The Audience Singing Along, Although, I Know Whereever She Is, She’s Singing With Me. Now And Forever.
