Homeless and Heartbroken

Chapter 1

Chapter One

I have $3.41 to my name. Shit. My name isn't even relevant enough to speak, let alone mention. From time to time I forget my own name, but my name is Breon Davis. It's not like people want to talk to me though. Hell, if I was someone else I wouldn't want to talk to me either. My life hasn't always been like this. When I say "this" I mean... me being homeless.

Flashback

Mom and Dad were extraordinary people. They were my sunshine's in a world full of rain, but their deaths are what got me in this hell hole in the first place. The three of us were on vacation in Jamaica. We were living the life; I had the smart idea of going scuba diving. When I look back on it though the idea wasn't so smart, if I hadn't had it my parents wouldn't be dead right now.

The boat was spectacular, but the view was even better. The sun setting on the horizon, the boat rocking back and forth slightly was making me kind of sleepy, and miles and miles of water all around us. Yes, this was the life. My parents were all suited up in their diving gear. I was in mine as well but I wanted them to go first, I was kind of scared even though this was my bright idea. Note the sarcasm. As mom and dad jumped in hand in hand, I couldn't help but notice mom seemed to slip a little and cut her leg on the railing. The dive instructor told me not to worry, it was probably just a nick with a small amount of blood and mom would be okay.

He was wrong. Within 30 seconds of being under, we saw 7 dark sleek bodies swimming rapidly toward my parents.

"Shit! CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE RED!" the dive instructor panicked.

I looked at him for at least 15 seconds curiously, wondering what that meant. That was before I put two and two together. It was too late though. When my eyes reached the spot where my parents were located, they were aware of the sharks now. I saw my dad hugging and looking into my mom's eyes; he was probably sending off the message that he loved her with those big bold light brown eyes of his. The same eyes that made me laugh on my worst days. Damn, dad had some amazing eyes.

"HURRRRRY, I need you hear now!" I heard the dive instructor command. I was pretty sure he was talking to the on shore paramedics. The sounds of sirens in the background gave me the thought.

I really couldn't pay attention to them though because what happened next had all my full attention and will forever be etched in my mind. The sharks circled my parents, and I guess they smelled the few drops of blood on my mom's lower right leg. The pack of cold blooded beasts went into a frenzy and attacked both of my parents. The attack was heart wrenching. I wanted so badly to look away, but I couldn't I was frozen.

Blood clouded the water. Still to this very day I don't know if that's a good thing or bad. Is it good because I could no longer see my parents being torn from limb to limb? Or is it bad because I couldn't see the love they still had?

"Till death do you apart", I whispered.

I couldn't cry my body was too broken. My heart was too dead. My mind was too blank. My soul was too lifeless. The only thing I could do was curl into a ball and wish I was dead to...

I didn't even realize the paramedics had arrived until some random lady pulled me into her arms and carried me to a raft. I remember her pulling me onto the sand on the shore of the beach. I turned back to the ocean the last point where I last saw my parents and then I simply passed out.

I woke up to beeping machines and a voice, a new voice trying to soothe me. When my eyes finally fluttered open I saw I was in the hospital with the lady who tried to comfort me. The paramedic lady. She was rubbing my hair gently like my mom used to do.

Tears started to flow from my eyes as I remembered the scene of my parents. The lady started talking to me, but I couldn't understand her as my mouth let loud sobs escape. I was uncontrollable. I cried until my eyes wouldn't let me produce anymore tears. The lady hugged me for dear life, she finally let up and told me her name was Keena. I half smiled her name was youthful, that's when I realized she didn't look a day over 25. I really didn't care though; I just laid back in the bed staring at the ceiling with a sharp aching pain in my heart. Once again I drifted off to sleep.

Keena was still by my side when I awoke. I wanted; no I needed answers on my parents. A glimmer of hope shot through me, what if they in fact did survive? That hope quickly died down as soon as I remembered them being torn apart or the little part I did see before their blood blocked my view of them.

Before I could ask a question, Keena asked my name.

"Breon.", I stated while my voice was quavering.

Keena smiled a bit, I'm guessing she liked my name.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked my voice raspy.

"Almost 4 days."

"WHAT?" I yelled, my eyes wide as day.

Keena looked away painfully. After getting myself back in check I asked several more unimportant questions, trying to muster up the courage to ask the most important one of all.

"When is my parent's funeral?" I whispered.

Keena looked pained to answer this question, but she did. "There wasn't enough of them to bury, sorry sweetie." A few tears ran down her cheek.

I looked away. I didn't want anyone to feel pity for me; I was handling that department by myself no need for extra help. I was trying to put up an outer wall that didn't show any hurt. I failed miserably. I felt like complete shit. No one could help me, I had no other family. My friends were in the United States and they couldn't help me either. Rolling over face first into the lumpy pillow of my hospital bed I fought back tears, but I couldn't help but to think. There would be no funeral, because simply there weren't any salvageable body parts of my parents left to bury. I wouldn't get to visit a resting place to put flowers. There were no ashes to spread anywhere. There was just simply the big cruel ass ocean that they died in. I couldn't go there to mourn. How could I with happy people all around sitting out in the sun? I had no closing to my parent's death. I had no goodbye or I love you. I would never get that.

All I could get now was reassuring rubs on my back from Keena telling me how sorry she is. I let my emotions take control and I cried myself to sleep hoping... no praying I would never wake up again.