The burial was the hardest Part. Standing in the rain I didn’t know what to feel. I could feel the cold droplets falling in from the sky as I stood there and looked at the three fresh mounds of dirt. I couldn’t believe they were gone. It was only a week ago we were standing in the midst of the Amazon Rain Forest, hiking and trekking through the trees. I thought that it would be okay, that our family could withstand the conditions. I was wrong, so, so horribly wrong. The next day we flew home, we all had a severe case of pneumonia and some other type of mutant disease. I was the only one resilient to it; the doctor had come in in the middle of the night to tell me that my family had passed on. I didn’t know what to think at the moment. I knew I had to do something; I went and saw them in the middle of the night. The doctor had been right they were dead. The body heat rapidly fading from their now lifeless shells. I had been numb to it all.
I snapped back to reality, the cold rain beating onto my head had ceased as my girlfriend came and put an umbrella over my head. I continued to stare blankly at the three mounds of dirt. She wrapped a blanket around and me and spoke in the sweetest of tones but I didn’t hear her. My mind was on the guilt, the pain that all of this was my idea, even though it wasn’t I couldn’t help but blaming myself, couldn’t help but asking God, why me. She nudged me and my head finally cleared to the point of where I could hear her again.
“John, let’s get you inside and warmed up.” Her soothing voice floated softly into my ears. It was just then that I realized that I had been shaking. i let her lead me to the car that the funeral home had provided. She got me inside and hugged me close as I stared out the window and watched the rain turn to snow. It fell so peacefully as it slowly started to cover the ground. The three mounds of dirt slowly went from dirt brown to white with brown spots. I stared out the window as we drove away and I told myself that I needed to go on with my life, I had to get over this. I felt Melissa’s warm arm over my back and I turned to her, the pain of death was etched deep into her face. “I talked to my parents. They said that I could stay with you at your house for a couple of days, help you sort stuff out. I thought you might like that” she said.
I merely nodded at the idea, showing my appreciation but not having to use words for it. I thought to all of the stuff we had at our house. We were rich, I will put it bluntly. Every year it was a new vacation, a new spot, a new memory, we always brought hundreds of dollars of stuff home with us, and our house was one of the nicest on the block. But that didn’t make us total snobs, my dad’s morale’s had kept us in line. He always preached about us being kind to those who were less fortunate around us and treat those who were our equals with that same kindness. The lawyer had told me that everything in the house including the house itself was mine, the business that had kept us floating and allowed our wealth was being managed by my dad’s main man Ronald Terrepet. I was told his last name was German but he always argued it was something else. The lawyer had also said that I was allowed all of the family inheritance when I was eighteen which would be coming up in about four months. I didn’t flaunt my riches at all, I actually appalled them. I worked a part-time job, against my parents’ wishes of course, but I only worked weekends. I bought average clothes and went to an average school but always got good grades.My friends were average people, never asking for money but treating with a fairness that I could only find through good friends. I lived a normal teenage life up until the beginning of the week, when that virus killed my family. I finally turned to my girlfriend and said “that will be great.”
She stared at me and had a puzzled look on her face; I told her that it would be nice of her to help me. The rest of the ride to my house was spent in silence.
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