All I could hear were the cries that came from the room that he was standing in, all I wanted to see was what he was looking at, who he was looking at. It began to be a sort of tearing in my skin, in those moments that was all I wanted, all I cared about, the only thing running through my mind. It clouded my judgment, it was official, I was going crazy. I broke into the room running to the crying boy and holding him in my arms but still stopping to look at the body. I felt my mind go clear and I felt relief that I got to see it. I didn't understand why I got so worked up about something like that, yet it had been happening a lot recently. Jacob was confused when he felt arms around his body. He looked up and all I could see was the pain in his face. The body was his mother. I understood where he was coming from, I never had a mother but Nancy was an amazing woman. After seeing it was me, he pulled me close and held me tight, and then cried more, and it didn't bother me. I felt some sort of attachment to this boy. We had been close for a long time. But I didn't know what this meant. All I could think at this moment was, I need to protect him. After about twenty minutes of sitting in each other's arms, Jacob cried. The police and one of our teachers walked in holding a chart. We told them that it was her and even I, at this point, had tears streaming down my face. He told us that we could have the rest of the day off and that Jacob's dad, Tyler, was out waiting for Jacob. We walked out of that highschool hand in hand still with tears falling. When we reached the parking lot Jacob ran to his father. Tyler and Nancy were divorced and hated each other but even Tyler was crying at the abrupt news of her death. I started to walk away, walk away from everything, all I could feel was pain. Then I heard someone calling my name," Charlie, you need to come with us. I can't let you just go back to that orphanage and cry alone." I silently obliged, turning around and sulking over to the car and getting into it. Once again Jacob grabbed my hand and held it tight. I looked out the window wondering if this is all real. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, taking in the whole moment that was going on around me. The rash but yet soft feeling of Jacob's hand in mine, like they fit perfectly. The sound of the tears still falling from my face. The smell of humidity and rain. If it wasn't for the pain I was in, I would have said that this was a perfect moment. But seeing enough when I opened my eyes, that moment ended, Tyler was whipping his eyes, not paying attention to the road, all I could do was yell his name as the car crashed into us, the sound of metal on metal intoxicating. Then it all went black.
