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I buried my head in my pillow and sobbed. As the sobs became louder, the fear became a reality. Both of my parents died when they went commercial gold hunting. There was something wrong with the air tank, the meter read full when it was half way empty. They were on the bottom of the sea, to close to swim fast enough. They died, gasping for air in eachothers arms. I didnt know until the sailor of the ship told me.

*Flashback*

Knock, knock, knock. I pulled out my head phones and trudged down the stairs, annoyed that i was disturbed. I placed my hand on the cold door handle and slowly pulled it open. I saw my mother and fathers best friend, the captian of the boat they were on. I should've known that there was something wrong. Just by the look on his face i knew, but i couldnt be sure until he told me.

"Mr. Robinson, Whats wrong?" I said, fear leaking into those four words that i agonized slipping out of my mouth. My hands started to sweat and i could feel tears prick at the bridge of my nose as he took a deep breath and let it out.

"Chelsee, your...... your parents. The air tank malfunctioned, they didnt have enough air..." He choaked out, putting a warm hand on my shoulder. "They... didnt make it." I fell to the ground. My whole world had just collapsed in on me. I didnt want to breath, i didnt want to think. All i wanted was my mom and dad back. I sobbed laying there for a few minutes when Mr. Robinson spoke up.

"I know this is hard for you Chelsee, expessially at a young age. You do have anyone to go to, a friend? Anything?" I shook my head no and contintued to ruin my makeup and the white plush rug i was laying on.

"Give me your parents address book, i know you have some family back in London." I tried to stand up to get it, my arms and legs wobbled at the thought at me even moving. I trudged up the stairs to my mothers room. My dads cologne over powered the room, making me break down again. The tears ran down my face to the hardwood floor. I reached into my mothers bed side table and found her pink floral address book. I opened it to see her unusual bubbly hand writing, making my heart melt.

I dont remember walking down the stairs, But i realised where i was as i touched Mr. Robinsons hand. "Thank you, sweetie. Take care." He kissed my forehead re-assuring everything is going to be ok. I closed the door and layed on the floor.

*end flashback*

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~one day later~

Was It a dream? Did this really happen. I was awoken by my grandmother knocking on the door. I stood up and opened the door, i saw my grandma. Her white locks tucked into a bun and her floral dress that came just below the knee. The essence of her white diamond perfume fell around me, reminding me of my childhood. I remember going to her house all summer and loving every second. We would bake cookies, tell stories and sit on the porch just swinging away. Now instead of seeing just my grandma, i see my mother in her. In her eyes, in the way she tied up her hair, just the absolute way she was. Could i handle seeing her for the next few weeks when shes at my house? Wait, why was she here?

"Mammaw." i said, throwing myself in her arms and sobbing uncontrolably. I could hear her sniffiling behind me. I clutched onto her never wanting to let go.

"Chelsee, babygirl let me in your house this second." Her british accent rang threw my ears of how thick it was. She made me feel at home. I backed away from her and the doorway lettting her in.

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