Surviving Loss: A Tale of Grief and Loneliness

The weather is perfect, just like the day my parents died. Given, it was always sunny on the beaches of Los Angeles. It was a car accident. The driver who crashed into us was intoxicated so his car hit us head on. He is still alive to this day and got away with it, but is currently serving six months in prison due to the recent illegal drug deals. Anyway, both my parents were killed and sometimes, I wish that I would have died in that car accident, too. The things your brain does when it has experienced death and pain. The loneliness alone is enough to make you crazy. Sure, I had friends and so called “family” to help with the pain, but none of them knew what I was going through. None of them understood that deranged loneliness was, in fact,

“Right this way,” He said after a moment of silence. When he stood up, he was taller than I expected, at least six feet and eleven inches tall. He had to duck when he walked through the door to the right of me. I followed, just like he said to, and kept quiet. We passed many doors, I counted thirteen, but after that, I lost count. We finally came to a room with a paper “Andrew M.” tapped onto the middle of the door. The tall man opened the door and then I saw him; Andrew. My mind was racing. All I wanted to do was punch him and run. He was responsible for my parents and he didn’t care. When he saw me he smiled. He looked stoned. I concealed my anger and strode to the chair that was placed across from him. I sat down and immediately asked him why I was here. All he did was smile and say he wanted my company. I knew that was bull crap. The tall man then walked out of the room. He was probably going to watch us from a distance, probably not wanting to invade our space.

“What is the real reason why I’m here?” I asked him, already getting frustrated.

“ I simply want your company,” He responded with a smirk slapped on his