“Cloud!”
I hear my name and yank myself out of the bathtub, as if it electrified. My hair is in my eyes and that still haunts me. Hearing mom’s voice break and the bubble wrapped around all of us burst. I remember wanting to scream.
I don’t know how I made it through dinner. I just remember mom sitting quietly, dad nodding to mom’s whispers as he didn’t pay attention. Mom tried to make small talk with him and inform him about Zack’s suicide. Dad knew Zack well. We had been friends since forever. We always hung out, what seemed to be best friends to anyone. That night I remember breaking all the dishes I could find, I even tried to pry the dishwasher open with my nails and I just kept breaking them. None could cut me as deep as Zack’s death did. I screamed then, as my dad held me down, telling to stop doing that and to have a grip of myself. To be a man.
