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From a young age eshaan had loved being an only child. Just him and his parents undivided attention. It never felt lonely. His parents were always there to help and guide him through life.
That's why when he overhead the conversation he filled with concern. His father had gotten fixed up with a group he shouldn't have. Of course that would happen. Immigrants were always more vulnerable in the South.
His father had upset a man while at work. Eshaan pretended he didn't notice the odd letters when he brought his parents the mail. He pretended he didn't hear his mother's tears late at night.
He pretended he didn't hear the gunshots. He pretended he didn't hear the body hit the floor. Something like that wouldn't happen to his parents. That's something that happens in movies. Not to him.
He curls up in his bed as he decides that none of it happened. He'll wake up tomorrow and his parents will great him like always. He'll go to band practice and then come home to a warm dinner. Yeah. That's what'll happen.
A loud beeping crashes eshaan out of the peaceful darkness of sleep. With a groan he gets out of bed and tosses on some random clothes. He grabs his music binder and runs down the stairs and out the door. Straight to his dads car where he'd be waiting for eshaan. It takes eshaan a few minutes before he realizes his dads not in the car. That's when the events of the night before come crashing back.
He grips the sleeve of his shirt. Calm down. It's ok. Everything's going to be ok. But as the first tear slides down his cheek he knows it's not. More follow. He can't do this without his parents. They were his whole life. It's meaning. The reason he wouldn't let the bullying get to him. But as he hears the gunshot over and over again the words that had been said to him over the years follow.
Even as he yells for the voices to stop they don't. Of course they wouldn't. His mom isn't here to comfort him through the memories. The voices just get louder.
He has to get out. He needs to get away. He shoves the door of the car open and sprints out like the devils after him. Running onto the street with no clue where he's going. Running and running. The voices get quieter the farther away he gets. Running and running and.
Everything stops. It becomes slow motion. He turns around slowly to see the bright headlights of a truck barreling towards him. He doesn't move out of the way. He can't bring his body to.
The impact doesn't hurt. He hears the crunch of bones and sees the red on his body. It doesn't matter. Nothing does. He feels himself hit the ground. Just like his parents did that night.
He breathes one final breath of peace. He can be with them again at least. Freed of his worries and responsibilities. Able to rest for the rest of eternity by his parents side.