Grief and Loss in New York

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, and I did not want to wake up, I hate living. I normally love to wake up early so I can have a longer day, but after my dad died, I could not see the point in enjoying life. Let me introduce myself, my name is Tony I am 17 years old and I live with my younger brother, Robert, my little sister, Debbie and of course my mom. My mom is an alcoholic; she got a depression after my dad died, and ever since, it just got worse.

Suddenly someone woke me up from daydreaming, Debbie... “Tony wake up! We are going to New York!” Debbie screamed overexcited; don’t get me wrong I want to go to NY, but I can’t deal with that right now. I just wanted to stay here in Italy. “Yeah, alright Debbie, calm down. I will be down in a minute,” I said. Debbie screamed again overexcited, and went downstairs.

We were now on the plane, and we’d land in NY soon.

I got my bags and started walking. I walked in my own thoughts and without noticing I walked into a person, and a girl fell to the ground. “Oh I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I asked. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen looked at me. “Yeah, it’s okay, I didn’t look where I walked,” she said with a voice of an angel. I just stood there and looked at her, and felt a strange feeling inside me, this is weird, “Are you okay?” she asked. I answered embarrassed;” Yeah I’m sorry. By the way, I’m Tony”. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Alexis,” she answered. “I know this sounds weird, but will you go to the movies or something with me?” I asked nervous. “I’m sorry, but I can’t, you wouldn’t understand but I’m too broken,” she answered and just walked away.