While we're on the subject... Could we change the subject now?

When: Sophomore Year

Where: Mulberry Park, Hospital, Church, Red Lobster, and a Basement.

Who: Myself, Chris, Greg (Changes into Dream Greg eventually), Family Members, Rosanne, and yeah. I think that's it.

 

It was a generally regular day. Chris Greg and I were at Mulberry park happily taking pictures.

Pretty regular stuff. (these are pictures

I took at the park a while ago and messed with)

Anyways, Chris, who likes doing handstands for reasons unknown to me, decided to do a handstand. Right next to a drop that had rocks at the bottom. As he did his handstand he lost his balance and tumbled down the hill and landed on the rocks. He quickly got up but not without blood spilling down from his head. I screamed and Greg put his hand over my eyes.




"I'm ok, I'm fine. Seriously, It's just a scratch."


Chris shakily lied to comfort me.



I knew it wasn't, I couldn't help but cry. Greg called 911 and before we knew it an ambulance was taking a pale Chris into the back of the truck. I tried getting into the back but was told that because I wasn't immediate family I couldn't go with him. Greg drove me to the hospital.






When we got there they had taken him into the ICU. I quietly cried myself to sleep in the waiting room. When I woke up there were more people than when I fell asleep. People I knew. Crying people I knew.


I knew what that meant.

I felt like throwing up.The funeral was set for the following Saturday. The few days leading up to the funeral were blank.

It was held at a huge church. It was pretty terrifyingly huge. I couldn't stay in there. I left and sat outside.

The next thing I can remember is Chris's mom dropping me off at my house. I went in and got ready to go somewhere.

After I got ready Greg, who by now has turned into Dream Greg, picked me up.

He took me to Red Lobster, which I thought was really nice.

Red Lobster though, was fashioned to look like Tacky Jacks. With the deck and what not. This deck, though, did not have a railing. We still sat up there.

Anyways during dinner all he did was give me angry looks. Which made me feel, completely terrible. He mumbled something.

 
"It's all your fault..."

He said under his breath.
 
Upset Crushed I told him that I wanted to go home. I got up and Dream Greg kicked me in the back and I fell onto the bottom deck on my back. The breath knocked out of me, I struggled to move. Dream Greg came up to me, looked down at me, and kicked me as he said,

"Check please"

 
and left.
 
The next thing I can remember was Dream Greg and I sitting in my basement, before it was all nice so it's concrete floors and old lazy boys, watching Rosanne. For some reason... We were watching it on a little old T.V with all the lights off. We sat in two old old lazy boys. I looked at Dream Greg, the light from the T.V reflecting off his glasses. He noticed me looking at him and looked in my direction. Again he said to me,

"This is all your fault."

This time with more anger.

He kept repeating it. Over and Over...

"This is your fault..."

I glanced to my left to see the characters in the TV coming out slowly like a bubble from a bubble wand. They gradually inflated and began to smother us.

The sound of Rosanne yelling at Dan about something  and audience laughter, shook the room. I could still Greg's lips moving to the perpetual accusation.
"It's all your fault."

The T.V characters grew so large that it began to fill the entire room. I got on the floor and flipped the lazy boy over myself, as did Dream Greg, still repeating the same sentence. As the air in the room was depleting I began to cry under the temporary safety of the chair. The whole room went dark.


Pictures:

Chris: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com
Greg: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com

The Rest: http://www.Google.com/images