After 4:00 AM

I can't really even remember the rest of the things that followed. I remember the significant moments... But everything else is really blurry. You would think I would remember that night clear as day, I know because I think the exact same thing. Anyway, moving on.
Amy came out, Cami's mom, and walked me into the house. I made a b-line for the couch. The other 4 kids were sleeping, I don't know how, those sirens could wake up a rock! Still crying like a baby. Wrapped my blanket even tighter around me. It was the blanket my dad had made me, it had written music on it. I taught him a few months previous to make the blankets, the easy ones, cut the fleece and tie it together. This one had been my 16th birthday present. Amy brought the toilet paper and a pillow, and I laid my head on her lap. I don't know how much time had passed, it seemed like a long time, but I don't think it was, time pretty much stopped that night.
Gramps came over. "We had to let him go." I said okay, and that was it. He gave me a hug and told me grams would be over in a little bit an he left. The tears stopped completely, and I went numb. I felt nothing. And I was thinking to myself, It's deffinetly not like the movies. in Hollywood, everyone is a complete crying and utter mess when it comes to death, but I don't feel anything. Am I okay? Is this not normal? I didn't feel like that was me, that this was happenig to someone else, I just had the misfortune of being there. I stood up, felt light headed and sat back down, my body was shaking, I was cold, and felt like I was going to pass out. Amy brought me a glass of juice and told me to drink. I didn't want to, but I did. A bit later I got up, Amy was right behind me, I guess it was in case I fell, and I walked to the window that faced my house. There were flashes coming from behind the blinds and I started to panic. John came up beside me and told me that the cops were taking pictures because it was an "un-attended death". He said that grams and gramps would have to talk to the cops too as well as himself. He closed the blinds after that. I bet you can guess why.
Amy hugged me and told me that what I was feeling was completely normal. Was it? What feeling? She took me back to the couch and told me to get some sleep. I went into the bathroom and check where I had hurt myself, there was deffinetly a bruise and a big red mark that hurt and was probably going to hurt for a while. Great. I went back to the couch and fell into a dreamless light sleep if that even qualifies as sleeping. Next thing I knew it was 7 o' clock on Saturday morning. Day 1.