"...robbed..."
"...two dead..."
"...might not make it..."
"...pull the plug..."
"..please, don't do this!..."
These were the things I heard as I slipped in and out of counsiousness. I was scared. I remembered what had happened, but I couldn't believe it.
I remembered laughing as I walked up the stairs to my house. Joe had said something stupid, but I couldn't remember what. I remembered reaching for my house key, but not needing it because the front door was open. I walked inside my house and gasped at what I saw. My parents were lying on the floor, their eyes open. A pool of blood surronded both of them, and I saw a hole in each of their chests.
"Mom, dad!" I remembered saying as I knelt next them, grabbing their hands and sobbing uncontrolably. I didn't notice the crashing sounds coming from the kitchen or the Bang! of a gun being shot off until it was too late.
I remembered a pain in my chest unlike anything that I had felt before. I fell backwards and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that the pain would go away. I heard people run past me and a car starting. I remember hearing the squealing of tires as the car pulled away.
I remember fumbling for my phone. I called Nick, knowing that he and his brothers would be there in a heartbeat.
"Nick," I said in a raspy voice when he answered his cell.
"Gabby? What's wrong?" he asked. I could feel that he was worried.
"I need you to come to my house right now," I said.
"Hang on Gabby. We're down the street. We'll be there soon. I promise," Nick said before hanging up. I hit the 'end talk' button and waited. It was only seconds before Nick burst through the door. I could tell that his brothers were close behind him. I heard gasps and feet shuffling towards me. Nick's rough hand grabbed my soft one as he barked out orders to Joe and Kevin.
That's all that I can remember.
I opened my eyes to see bright lights. Great, I thought. I'm dead. After a minute of freaking out, I finally realized that I was in the hosptial. I saw a that my room was filled with balloons and flowers, but what really caught my eye was a teddy bear on my nightstand. I reached over for it and found a tag.
Gabby,
Here's someone to hug when I'm not there.
Nick
I hugged the bear and I was instanly calmed. I rested my head on my soft pillow and soon I was fast asleep. The dream was not what I hoped that it would be. It wasn't happy.
I was standing at my parent's grave, still in my hosptial gown. My dirty blonde hair was flying in the wind. Right next to my parent's headstone was something that shocked me more than anything. My grave. I saw the Jonas' clothed in black as they walked towards me. They didn't acknowlage my presence. In fact, they walked right through me. They all sniffled as Nick laid flowers on my headstone.
I jerked up in my bed, my breathing heavy and my head spinning from the lifelike dream that I just had.
"I'm right here," Nick said as he grabbed my hand. "Don't worry." I relaxed and laid back down on my pillow. I looked up at Nick. His usually curly hair was a mess and his cheerful brown eyes were tired and dark. He had dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't slept for days.
I hugged the teddy bear closer to me and spoke softly. "Are they dead?"
Nick's eyes, which seemed to have lightened up when he heard me talk, darkened when he heard my question. He squeezed my hand and said, "They were dead at your house." As soon as I registered the fact that they were gone, I was crying. Nick wiped away my tears. "Gabby, don't be sad. You know that they loved you and that they're proud of you. They'll always be with you."
After a half and hour of crying, I was really tired. "Goodnight Nick," I yawned. I laid my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes.
Nick leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I love you," he said.
I smiled and replied, "I love you too."
