David

Tom was 12 when he and his parents were a car accident. They got hit by a semi. It rolled the car, flinging his father out of the car. That was 3 years ago. 3 years ago his father died. He is 15 now. It's been 3 years but everyone still gives him that kicked puppy look. Then his mother started bringing David around. She introduced him as her co-worker. "Honey, this is David. He's a co-worker of mine." But Tim saw the way he made her smile. He could tell it was something more. Exactly 1 year after David was fist introduced, they sprung the news on him. They were getting married. Tim didn't show up, instead he spent the day with his father at the cemetary. David came and found him after the wedding. "You okay son?" He asked Tim. Tim glared at him. "David, let's get one thing straight here: You're not my dad, you're my mother's husband. My dad is dead, and you are not him. You can't replace him." Tim stormed away leaving David standing there in shock. Tim hardly came home and when he did it was only for a short time. When he was home he acted as if David didn't exsist. On his 18th birthday he came home for the last time. He "parents" weren't home. He packed his things and left, vowing never to come home again. Tim drove off and wasn't seen again by David or his mother for 15 years. Tim was 33 living a wonderful life in LA when he got the call. It wasn't a number he reconized yet he answered it anyway. "Hello" he said. Then, a voice answered him it was a voice he hadn't heard since he was 17. "Tim, it's your mother. She's gone" The voice was David. "I'll be there soon" Tim said be fore hanging up. Tim drove the 4 hour drive home, but it seemed to take forever. Those words kept repeating in his head. "Tim, it's your mother. She's gone" He let his grief over take hime suddenly his visioned blurred. When it cleared he couldn't tell where he was, but he looked over and saw his parents standing next to him. He realized they were in his favorite park when he was little. "Mom," Tim asked not believing what he was seeing. "This isn't possible your both gone." His mother smiled. "We are never truly gone, we are beside you always. But you have to wake up. It's to soon for you to die my little boy." Then everything went black. This time when his vison cleared he saw smoke and the road. He couldn't remember where he was. Then he rembered the call from David. He crawled out of the smoking rubble of his car. He had no idea where his phone was or what happened. He blacked out again. This time when he woke it was brief he saw the pristine white hallways. A hospital he guessed. He didn't wake up again. The weeks following Tim's death David was consumed with grief. I should have tried harder to be a better person to him.