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blood. The broken glass. No, he
didn’t survive. Even though I know that he’s dead, I knew it
before someone rescued us, I still pray that I’m wrong.
    I
allow myself to hope for the best, that maybe by some miracle he did
survive like the rest of us. That they were able to stop the bleeding
and give him a transfusion. He had to have survived, I can’t live
without his help.
    He’s
my hero.
    My
dad didn’t die.
    He
wouldn’t leave me.
    “ I-I-I
don’t know how to tell you this . . .” He stops talking, tries to
compose himself.
    I
whisper, “Logan it’s fine, we’ll get through this together.”
I wait for him to nod.“Now tell me what it is, how’s everyone
doing? I haven’t seen Hadley since they put her in a different
ambulance. Is she doing okay?”
    I
struggle to speak because my throat still hurts from not using it for
two weeks. He holds out my water for me to sip. I swallow a few
times, testing my throat. I wonder if it will ever stop hurting; even
with all the meds they have me on, everything aches. It’s as if I’m
reliving the accident without realizing it and I’m going through
all of that pain, and desperation to escape again and again.
    After
I am able to speak again without it hurting so much, I ask the
question that I’m dreading. “Are Mom and Dad . . . ar-are they
okay? Di-did they make it?” That had to be the hardest question I
have ever had to ask. I was barely able to put the words together.
    Logan
doesn’t say anything for awhile and when he finally does, I wish he
didn’t. Ignorance is bliss.
    “ They
didn’t make it.”
    The
tears in his eyes fall while I just stare at him, shocked. He
squeezes my hand tightly but I hardly notice.
    “ Does
Hadley know yet?”
    When
Logan looks into my eyes, his face full of so much remorse, it’s
then that I know.
    “ NO!
NO! NO!” I scream over and over again until a nurse hurries in and
gives me a sedative. The last thing I see before my lids close is the
unmistakable torture in my brother’s blue eyes.
    I
did this.
    He’s
alone because of me.
    I
killed them. I killed Hads.

    The memories begin to
float away as Jax whispers, “It’s gonna be okay, I’m here,
Ads,” and suddenly I’m in the present again. The memory was so
strong I started screaming, not just in the flashback. My entire body
quivers and I feel like all of the air has been sucked out of the
room. It takes me a moment to realize that we’re back in my
apartment. I have no recollection of riding the elevator.
    Jax holds me tighter to
his chest and tells me, “Take deep breaths in and out for me.”
    I’m barely able to
hear him, I have no control over my mind right now. I’m sucked back
into the past. It’s a welcome pain.

    Connor
and Jax wait by a nearby tree outside the cemetery gates. I can’t
open the car door. If I open it, it’s real. I want to stay in here
and pretend that this is a nightmare, that I’m still asleep in the
hospital.
    The
sun shines, it’s a perfect day in Southern California. Not even the
wind blows. Today should be a perfect day, but instead it’s the
worst day of my life. Today I have to come to terms with what I
failed to do.
    Logan
reaches over and clutches my hand. “I’m right here, I’m not
going anywhere.”
    He
pulls me into a hug, but I barely feel it. I’m numb. This isn’t
real. It can’t be. Logan gets out of the car after letting me go. I
make no move to take off my seatbelt. No, I’m not ready, I can’t
do this.
    I
lock the car door. No, I won’t go through with this. If I don’t
face it, it’s not real. They’re not dead. I’m going to wake up
any minute now. I refuse to believe that I killed my family.
    My
voice is hoarse as I whisper the first words since the nurse sedated
me days ago.“No, they’re not dead.”
    A
knock on the door stops me from having a full-blown panic attack.
Turning my head, I see Jax. Logan stands in the front of the car with
Connor. Logan looks how I feel, utterly