Death

Feb 05, 2006 10:01


     Today at about 9:10 am, I awoke not of my own volition but by the murmered vooices in my living room. Something was wrong, I knew it with every fiber of my being, something was wrong. I got dressed as fast as I could and walked out of my room and down the L shaped hallway and stoped at the hallway entrence to find my mother and father sitting at the dinning room table with tow men from the United States Army.

"He's dead". All It took for me to come to this conclushion was the military dress uniforms of the two indivudauls to know "He's dead." It sounds so simple to me now, those two little words, that express so much. Pain, anger, denial, regret, sorrow, "He's dead". My brother, William Stephen Hayes III, is dead.

I must be in shalk right now because I'm typing this with no emotion, like my body is trying to protect me from emotion. No tears streem down my face I she d a couple in the hallway as my heart was speeding up and my fists clenched over and over, listening to how he died. The cercomstance of his death are being investigated as I type this. All I will say is he didn't die on the battle field but in his own base camp.

I love my brother and he loved me. We were the best of friends. Now I must track down his friends and tell them the sad news. I feel like such a cold harted bitch right now. The first thing I thought was "Where are we going to burry him, I got to set up a call list of the relatives, got to dump all of my moms hard liqur so she wont booze out on me, got to go online to World of War Craft and tell the Guild that he wont be playing anymore, I better clean the house because there's going to be alot of people visiting soon. I know my body and mind is trying to cope with everything by giving me something to do, to make me feel like Im helping.

Well, I have to deal, but I dont know how. The fucked up thing was I thought I had a good week at school. Everything was going great with classes, I had a good job, I was going to save up money to visit Mat and Samoa then Piper for summer. Then life had to throw me a curve ball.
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