You shouldn't have left 2
Well, I wrote the second and third part to this, but seeing as no one read it, I don't think it will serve for much. Thanks, Jess and Icie.
After the phonecall to your parents, I simply collapsed on the couch, trembling and crying, the TV set on CNN. A day passed, and then another, and another. I couldn't eat anything. I could only stare at the TV screen. And the images didn't stop coming.
I look at the Christmas tree and at the unopened present for you under it. You're going to open them, no matter what I have to do to make you. Call, come back home. Come back to me.
The phone startles me. I grab it from where I threw it Sunday.
'Yes.'
My voice is also trembling. Maybe it's you. It's not. It's just your brother.
'Hi, Derek, it's Josh. I heard that a plane with survivors is going to land soon. I thought you might want to come and see if Julian's with them.'
'Thank you, Josh. I'll be there.'
'See you there.'
I run upstairs and change my clothes. The drive to the airport is a blur. When I get there, your brother greets me. Your parents are glaring at me, but that's no news. Josh and I have always been great friends, though. All of us go inside.
'The plane has just landed,' says Josh.
One by one, the survivors that live here come out and are engulfed by their families.
'Is anyone left?' Josh asks a blond man, about fifteen minutes later.
'No, I was the last one in the plane. But more are due to come.'
Tears are falling from my eyes. My knees are wobbly. Josh takes my arm and makes me sit on a bench.
'Derek, listen to me...listen to me. He will come back, you mustn't lose hope. You heard that guy, more people will come.'
He glares at your parents. I don't think he ever hated them as much as he does now.
'Don't cry, Derek.'
He takes me in his arms and I cry on his shoulder.
'I'm scared.'
'I know you're scared. I'm terrified, but I know that he'll be back.'
Josh takes me home in my car and hugs me once more before leaving. I sit on the couch again and take my head in my hands.
'Julian.'
I whisper your name again and again. I'm crying so hard it scares me. I lie on the couch and fall asleep with tears on my cheeks. All I want is to sleep...to forget.
After the phonecall to your parents, I simply collapsed on the couch, trembling and crying, the TV set on CNN. A day passed, and then another, and another. I couldn't eat anything. I could only stare at the TV screen. And the images didn't stop coming.
I look at the Christmas tree and at the unopened present for you under it. You're going to open them, no matter what I have to do to make you. Call, come back home. Come back to me.
The phone startles me. I grab it from where I threw it Sunday.
'Yes.'
My voice is also trembling. Maybe it's you. It's not. It's just your brother.
'Hi, Derek, it's Josh. I heard that a plane with survivors is going to land soon. I thought you might want to come and see if Julian's with them.'
'Thank you, Josh. I'll be there.'
'See you there.'
I run upstairs and change my clothes. The drive to the airport is a blur. When I get there, your brother greets me. Your parents are glaring at me, but that's no news. Josh and I have always been great friends, though. All of us go inside.
'The plane has just landed,' says Josh.
One by one, the survivors that live here come out and are engulfed by their families.
'Is anyone left?' Josh asks a blond man, about fifteen minutes later.
'No, I was the last one in the plane. But more are due to come.'
Tears are falling from my eyes. My knees are wobbly. Josh takes my arm and makes me sit on a bench.
'Derek, listen to me...listen to me. He will come back, you mustn't lose hope. You heard that guy, more people will come.'
He glares at your parents. I don't think he ever hated them as much as he does now.
'Don't cry, Derek.'
He takes me in his arms and I cry on his shoulder.
'I'm scared.'
'I know you're scared. I'm terrified, but I know that he'll be back.'
Josh takes me home in my car and hugs me once more before leaving. I sit on the couch again and take my head in my hands.
'Julian.'
I whisper your name again and again. I'm crying so hard it scares me. I lie on the couch and fall asleep with tears on my cheeks. All I want is to sleep...to forget.