Too Perfect

 

Epilogue

 

I sat in bed staring up in the dark at the ceiling.  Sleep would not come.  Then again how could it?  My life was in shambles.  Brian was in the hospital hooked up to more machines than imaginable.  He had barely escaped death.  Had the police come several hours later he would have been gone.  Now he lay comatose.  The doctors had no idea if he would ever wake up.
    

A.J.’s funeral would be in a week.  Anita was taking it so bad.  She had basically locked herself up in her room at home.  She wouldn’t eat, sleep or see anyone.  I was worried about her.  She was going to make herself physically sick.
    

Not only were the Backstreet Boys and I in mourning.  So was a great deal of the world.  Teenage girls everywhere were shedding tears for one of their beloved Backstreet Boys.  Everyone was in such shock.  The media ran stories on it nightly.  MTV and MuchMusic were having tribute days to the boys the day of A.J.’s funeral.
    

But the flood of support was amazing.  Anita, the Backstreet Boys, Brian and I recieved loads cards and gifts daily.  You wouldn’t believe how much it helped to have so much support behind you.  To know that so many people cared about you.  I read each and every card to Brian.  I didn’t know if he could hear me, but I wanted him to know that all these people cared. That he had a reason to hold on.
    

And now mine and the Backstreet Boys future was unsure.  Would there be a Backstreet Boys with A.J. gone and with Brian in a coma?  And I worked for them.  If they ceased to exist what would I do?  It was all so alarming and confusing.
    

I looked at the empty side of our bed.  I prayed that Brian would soon be back to fill the vacant space.

 

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