The Sun is Shining

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Jane exited the car, seeing the young couple on the porch. Still in the car, Violet was silently crying. She wanted to forget about the incident on the plane, but now it was setting everything in motion. What for, she didn't know, but she did know she'd have to relive every single moment that she was already reliving in her nightmares.

"Is that her?" The redhead asked, looking at Jane's car. Jane and the blonde man followed her gaze. The young brunette in the car still didn't raise her head.

"Yes, that's Violet," the redhead took hold of her husband's hand, not even imagining how hard this must be for her. "Now, there was an accident on the plane. Thankfully there was someone there to help, but Violet will have to go see a Dr. Robert Pierce every day after school."

"Um, what's wrong with her?" The blonde man asked, looking concerned for his own family.

"She's got PTSD, otherwise known as post traumatic stress disorder. She's lost all her family within a few weeks. She'll need Dr. Pierce's help and it will take some time, before she's well enough to feel normal again." Jane heard a car door slam shut, as Violet slowly made her way up the driveway.

She had never met her aunt and uncle before; she hadn't even seen pictures of them. She could, however, tell that her uncle looked like her late mother, Angela. She reached the porch, but didn't dare meet her family's gaze.

"Call me if you need anything. Anything at all." Jane bent down to Violet's level. "Same goes for you, dear. Even if you just want to talk." With that, Jane took off in her car, leaving Violet with her new family.

~

After two long weeks, Violet already felt rather protective over her cousin, Charlie. He and Ashton would've gotten along greatly. There were even times when she would accidentally call Charlie by the wrong name. But every time he'd ask who Ashton is, Violet would go silent.

One morning in particular, Violet woke up to the smell of waffles and bacon. Her stomach gurgled terribly, and then, as fast as lightning, she took off for the bathroom. She soon felt the contents of last night's dinner coming up her throat. It stung, as Violet grasped the sides of the toilet. Footsteps were heard on the stairs, and then the bathroom door swung open.

"Oh my goodness," Aunt Sylvia gasped, as she reached Violet. "Andy! Call the doctor! Something's wrong with Violet!" Violet could feel her head spinning, faster and faster. She almost didn't even realize she was being lead to the car. Charlie was placed in the backseat with an almost green looking Violet.

"Mommy, what's wrong with Vi?" Uncle Andy sped out of the driveway, as Aunt Sylvia kept looking to the backseat, hoping Violet wouldn't have another urge to vomit. She placed a hand on Violet's knee, making Violet turn her brown eyes up at her aunt. The brown color in her eyes looked rather dull and her face remained a bit green.

"Step on it, Andy," Aunt Sylvia spoke up. Violet burped a couple times, still feeling something in her throat. About ten minutes later, they reached the hospital. Violet was immediately placed in a wheelchair, as she was rather wobbly. Once Violet was set up in a hospital room, she was out cold.

~

"Andrew and Sylvia Kemp?" A doctor called out to the waiting room. The couple stood up and joined the doctor, Charlie holding tightly to his mother's hand. The doctor took one look at the seven year old, and called for a nurse to keep him company. He took the couple back to Violet's room. Violet was still sound asleep, with an IV in.

"Is everything alright, doctor?" Sylvia asked, when they all sat down. She reached for Violet's hand, which was slightly cold and clammy. The doctor checked over the chart his nurse had taken care of, before speaking again.

"Your daughter's vitals look good. It might've just been a sudden illness, but this may require some more testing." Andrew and Sylvia shared a look. That didn't sound too good.

"She's our niece, actually," Andrew stated, causing the doctor to pause for a minute.

"What?"

"Violet is our niece," Sylvia repeated for him, "We became her legal guardians, when her parents passed away." The doctor nodded, before continuing.

"Right, well," he tried to figure out how to say it, "We only did the testing for sudden ails, but one of our nurses thinks it'd be best if we take a few more tests."

"What kind of tests? Is she going to be okay?" Sylvia felt Violet squeeze her hand, as she let a few tears of relief out. There was a moment of silence, as the doctor tried to figure out how to put it lightly.

"We believe there is a chance that your niece is pregnant." The young couple stared in disbelief at the doctor. They were not expecting that in the slightest.

"Way to bury the lead, doc," Andrew said, his eyes wide as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. Sylvia looked from Violet to Andrew to the doctor.

"How is this possible?" Sylvia was quite concerned. Unfortunately for them, the doctor couldn't tell her how she got pregnant, nor who got her pregnant.

A couple of hours later, Violet was free to go. The doctor wanted her to come back in a month to see how the baby was doing. Yes, after taking those tests, it was confirmed in front of Violet's very eyes. She was indeed pregnant, and only she knew why.

~

The next day, Uncle Andrew called the Dr. Pierce that Jane had told them about, while Aunt Sylvia was on the phone with Jane. Violet was seated on the couch, with a coloring book. She had taken Ashton's remaining coloring books and crayons when she left Derry. She wanted something to remember him by, so every time she finished a drawing, she'd pin it up on her wall in her room. Suddenly, little Charlie came in the house, looking for his cousin.

"Hey Vi," Violet turned and smiled widely at the dirty blonde haired boy in front of her. "Could you come play catch with me?" Violet immediately dropped what she was doing, and was soon being drug out of the house by Charlie.

"Hold on a sec, Jane," Aunt Sylvia put the phone down for a moment, "Be careful with her Charlie! She's not feeling well!"

"Okay, mommy!" The screen door slammed shut after the two of them. Charlie grabbed both of his baseball mitts; one of them colored green and black and the other one colored red and blue. Charlie tossed the green and black one to Violet, who went on one end of the yard, while Charlie tossed his baseball around, reaching the other end of the yard.

"Ready, Vi!" The brunette nodded, as Charlie threw underhand, with his mom's wishes in mind. After about fifteen minutes of catching and throwing to one another, a big yellow bus began to let the middle schoolers off at the corner. One group of kids in particular stood out to Violet. They were about to pass by Violet and Charlie, when one of them departed from the others. This girl was headed up the driveway of the house next door.

"Hi, Stella!" Charlie caught the baseball and turned around to wave at his neighbor. She ran right on over to him and gave him a big hug.

"How are you doing, slugger? Who's this?" Violet had seen the girl around before, she just didn't want anything bad to ever happen again, so she tried to avoid making friends.

"This is Violet, my cousin. I only told you about her a bajillion times." Stella waved goodbye to her friends, before taking a look at the brunette with her favorite kid.

"It's nice to meet you. Charlie certainly has told me many things about you." Stella held her hand out, as Violet hesitated. Something in Stella's eyes caught Violet by surprise. Before Violet knew what was happening, she shook Stella's hand. With that, their fates were sealed.