11 Years Before / A Journey’s Start

11 Years Earlier

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I closed the door behind me

As I headed to the kitchen I heard a voice behind me

"How was your day at school honey?"

I turned around

"good"

"Good, come on give me some more details"

She sat on the couch and turned on the TV with a bag of chips in hand

"Nothing happened, there's nothing to talk about"

"Whatever you say" CRUNCH

I walked to the kitchen and started making myself a sandwich

As I was making my sandwich I heard something weird on TV

[Multiple teens have been found dead behind an arcade]

[Police say that this is their number one priority, residents are recommended to stay inside while the police work on solving who is causing these murders]

[The Victim's names were Greg Rogers, Vennesse Black, and Allen Ross]

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Mom changed the channel as soon as she heard that name. I think she didn't want me to hear what was happening. I had already heard it so I just confronted her about it

"Weird stuff huh"

"Yeah"

"So what are we gonna do"

"don't know"

"Whatever, go pick up Holly from school, I bet you almost forgot about her"

"look at you giving me orders, and no i did not forget about her"

"sure"

"wow"

TWIST

My mom left the house to go pick up my sister from school.

As I watched her close the door, I sat on the couch, closed hands together and began to relive the past.

"Can't believe Allen's dead"

Allen had been one of my closest friends for the longest of times

Our parents have been good friends ever since we were born so it was only natural we would hang out a lot.

He had been there for me whenever my parents would fight, he would even convince his parents to let me stay at his house for a bit while my parents were figuring stuff out.

Even if we grew distant as we got older I owed him a lot

"Gonna miss him"

I forgot about the sandwich I was making and started shedding tears

I knew that he probably didn't think much of me as we grew distant, but he was one of the only people to ever truly care for me.

3.1

| 5:00 PM |

"Dinners ready"

I had just finished my school work when Mom called me down for dinner.

I headed down the stairs and greeted my sister who I hadn't seen all day. She was already at the table doing her homework I think?

When I was close enough I sat right across from her and then started a little conversation. I've also been trying to ask her something but never got around to it.

"How was school?" I asked

"Good, but the PE teacher made us run the mile so that kinda ruined my day"

"Oh yeah, sucks anyways, I was gonna ask, did you take something from my room?"

"Why the hell would I go into your room? That shit is a dumpster"

"Language," Mom said

"My bad, but no I didn't take anything"

"huh, strange"

With Holly giving me a weird expression, She got up and went to her room.

3.2

| 6:30 PM |

After we finished dinner I went back to my room.

As I was going up the stairs my heart started to hurt.

I fell to the grown and tumbled down the stairs.

I started coughing 1,2,3,4,10,22

It was non stop it just kept going

This had been going on for the past few days but it had never been this bad.

With me still on the ground, Holly was the first to notice

"Why the fuck are you coughing so damn much"

"Oh shit, MOM"

While she was talking, the coughing only got worst, at some point I started coughing blood.

Mom arrived, wondering what was going on

"What's going on, and Holly watch your language"

"Oh Shit, Holly go get the Keys for me"

"Where are the Keys?"

With Mom coming closer to me, she picked me up in her arms and started carrying me to the car.

"They should be somewhere in the living room"

Me and Mom we're already outside, now we were just waiting for Holly to get the keys

"What's taking her so long"

"Hey, can you talk?"

"a li-t-le"

"You'll be fine honey trust me, just keep your eyes open so I know your doing ok"

After a minute or two Holly came outside with the car keys.

Mom put me in the front seat and then went to her side. Holly got in the middle back seat.

"How's he doing?" Asked Holly

"Still bad, pass me that bag"

At this point, I had only been coughing out more and more blood.

Holly gave Mom a plastic bag, Mom then gave me the bag

"Cough in this"

Mom started the car and she drove as fast as she could.

We were going 80 mph in a 40

Mom sometimes stopped for a red light but when she could, she would run them.

She knew this was dangerous but the only thing on her mind was to save me. Why tho? Was I really worth this much? The cost of potentially Her's and Holly's life? Was 1 worth more than 2?

"How are you doing?" Asked Mom

"Fi-ne" I coughed more blood out

ROOM

I heard a car approach, how fast was it going? I didn't know but I did know that we were going to hit it. Mom was going as fast as she could and was about to run another light. Her priority wasn't her life… but mine.

I tried telling her but with me only coughing more blood my mind and body grew weak.

"M-o" when I said those words I pointed at the road where the car was coming from

"OH SHIT"

BAM

As soon as we crossed the intersection the car hit us.