The Hunting of Lewis (Part 3)


Braquel Schiermeyer, Contributor

I’ve tried talking to Lewis. I’ve tried telling him what I saw that night. I’ve wanted to tell him ever since he woke up in the hospital, but I couldn’t. Josh told me I can’t, which is stupid because shouldn’t I tell Lewis the real reason his family was gone? Wouldn’t he want to know the truth, not some fake truth? I tried at the hospital, but he wasn’t allowed any visitors because he was pretty traumatized. The doctors had to tell Lewis that his family was gone. They had to tell him there was no one left. After they told him this, he wouldn’t talk to anyone. So obviously, I couldn’t talk to him there.  

It made me mad to think that the doctors told him there was no one left because that was a total lie. Just because his family wasn’t with him anymore doesn’t mean that he’s alone.

He started going to school again a couple of months after his accident. He had a brace that went all the way up to his thigh.

I could see the hurt in his eyes. I could see the emptiness inside him. I understood what he was going through because I had felt like that. I had felt the exact pain he was going through. I wanted to be there for him, but Josh told me not to talk to him. He didn’t want my “hallucinations” causing Lewis any more pain. I understood where he was coming from, but the thing is I didn’t have a hallucination that night, it was real.

I couldn’t stand around anymore, biting my tongue and letting Lewis think he was all alone. I needed to be there for him, even if he didn’t want me there. I wanted someone to be there for me when my dad died and there was no one. I hated that feeling. The feeling of being all alone. I wasn’t going to let Lewis think he was. 

(…to be continued)