Tragedy ✔️

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven: Collecting Dust
Sophia Crawford

My house was empty that afternoon when I stepped inside.

Completely empty and quiet.

There wasn’t the smell of fresh coffee being made, or the delicious aromas of greasy bacon and eggs being fried in a pan in the kitchen like every morning I had to wake up for school. I wasn’t greeted by my grandmother’s kind smile.

The curtains were still closed from when we left for dinner at River’s house, leaving the house to be darker than usual. The coffee cups my grandmother and I used were still on the coffee table, collecting dust, just begging to be washed.

The house was empty without her here.

I release a sigh before walking toward the staircase.

I needed to get to the bathroom so I can take a much needed shower.

I was so relieved when the doctor said that my grandmother was going to be fine, but what messed me up was the fact that my parents were there after all these months they haven’t contacted me at all asking me if I was okay or not.

And even though they were there at the hospital, I don’t think they really, actually cared if I was okay or not seeing that my mother didn’t care about me at all, but River was there to comfort me whenever he got the chance, and he called Ana to keep me company whenever he wasn’t there, so that kept my mind off of my mother being there and tormenting me every chance she got.

If my grandmother died, my mother would’ve used every chance she got to place the blame on me for what happened—for not driving the car when my grandmother asked me to—but I wasn’t there right now.

I was here… where I can take a much needed nice shower, and be all by myself without my mother’s voice tormenting me. I was in my by my own right now.

Until I have to go back to the hospital to check on my grandmother.

Hopefully my parents would leave before I get there.

I wouldn’t be in the mood to interact with them once I go back. I have enough on my plate, and dealing with them would just add to my already-piled up plate.

I rid myself of my clothes, carefully hanging River’s jacket over the towel hook against the door and open the shower’s water, making sure that it’s hot before I get in underneath it.

I needed to relax my muscles and the hot water would do just that.

I climb in underneath the firm spray of water, letting the water trail over my bare back. I close my eyes, lifting my head toward the ceiling so that I could wet my hair to wash it.