Short Story Of Nevil's Death

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I sat down on the plush blue chairs outside the hospital room and wept. Nevil was officially declared dead by the hospital workers. “We really didn’t mean to right? Tommy?” Danny asked me. In my mind the scene of Nevil being crushed kept repeating over and over again. Nevil’s mom, the one who provided us with chocolate chip cookies and hospitality, cried loudly in her room. All of the Redhands sat in extra chairs outside Nevil’s room. Sally returned from the bathroom with Mary. Sally, who had an extremely irregular heartbeat for a teenager, was having trouble breathing. Mary just stared straight ahead, and wouldn’t say another word for almost three weeks. “Where is my son?” I heard a voice shout from the main desk. Oh goodness it’s Nevil’s dad.

“Is he dead?” Nevil’s dad asked. Ben shook his sadly, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Larry, the one who quietly whispered car, silently cursed to himself. He would never forgive himself for not screaming car a little louder. The doctor for Nevil’s room walked out and invited the grief stricken father to join his family. “Excuse me. Which one of you is Tommy?” The doctor stated. My head perked up and my arm followed simultaneously. “Nevil had a note in his pocket titled for Tommy. Here.” The doctor handed me the paper and a tear immediately splashed onto the letter. Sally, Mary, Ben, Danny, Larry, and the other Redhand members all crowded around me, but I stood up and walked away, leaving my group. “Hey did you hear about that teen in 341 who was pushed into a street by one of his friends. I heard that,” Two nurses that were gossiping quickly ceased as I turned the corner to find a quiet spot. When I found a little cranny near the maternity ward, I opened the letter and