Living with The Millers

Chapter 3

I don't know how much time I spent staring at the blank T.V.

They are gone.

I won't be seeing them anymore.

My parents are dead.

My siblings are dead.

And I am all alone now.

Alone. In this big world.

Tears were just rolling down my cheeks. Who was I supposed to call? How was I supposed to arrange a funeral? What am I supposed to do now?

The doorbell brought me out of my thoughts.

I didn't have it in me to walk and open the door.

"Miss.Evelyn Kingstone! Are you at home? Please answer", a man's voice said from outside.

I got up from the sofa taking support from the arm-rest and made my way to the door, stumbling.

"W-who is it?", my faint voice asked.

"Ma'am, New York Police. Please open the door. We need to talk to you." Talk?

I slowly unlocked the door and opened it to see 2 police officers, one giving support to a lady in her early 40s. Her nose and eyes were red, from crying just like mine.

"Would you like to come in?", I asked.

Dad always said to never open doors to strangers. I wish I had a chance to call him and ask him whether I should've let them into our house or not. I doubt heaven has phone services.

I led them into the sitting room, and I sat down on the same sofa I spent my day on.

"Miss. Evelyn, I am sure you have heard the news, we are truly sorry about your loss." one of the officers said.

All I could do was nod and acknowledge him while I stared at my feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Ma'am, this is Jenny Miller, I believe your family were on their way to pick up Mrs Jenny from the airport."

"Oh...yeah", is all that came out from my mouth.

Everything in my body was hurting.

It was as if someone was breaking each and every bone in my body.

I couldn't stop shivering. My mind felt like it was going to explode.

I could feel 3 pairs of eyes on me, burning a hole in my head, while I looked down and fiddled with my fingers.

"After the crash, an ambulance was sent within a couple of minutes. Mrs Kingston was the only one who was slightly conscious. As her last wish, she wanted Mrs Jenny to take you to Vermont where you may stay for as long as you want."

Do I need to go to Vermont? Why?

"Do I-I have to go-o?"

I expected one of the officers to reply, instead, a soft female voice answered.

"Darling, that's up to you. You can stay here, in New York. But your mother's last wishes wanted me to take you to Vermont where I live with my family. At the moment darling, I know it's a tough choice, leaving your life behind, but I feel Vermont could get your mind off things".

Maybe...I don't have anything else in New York anymore, so what's the point in staying?

I'm going to Vermont.

It's normal to be freaking out, right?

"Ma'am...", one of the police officers called me. "Your mother told us to hand this over to you and she umm said that she is proud of the person you are." By now even the police officers and Jenny had tears in their eyes. But for me? I just felt numb. Everything was happening too fast.

The officer came closer to me and handed me something. A chain. My mom's chain that I gave her 5 years back. It had a picture of the 5 of us and along with that a note. Mom was smart-she wrote what she had to in a language that very few people knew. Inuktitut.

"ᐸᓂᒐ. ᑕᒪᓐᓇ ᐅᖃᓕᒫᕈᔅᓯᒍᔅᓯ, ᑐᑭᖃᖅᐳᖅ ᔭᒐᓕᕋᒪ. ᑭᓯᐊᓂ ᐃᓱᒫᓗᙱᓪᓗᑎᑦ ᓂᙵᐅᒪᖏᓐᓇᐅᔭᕐᓂᐊᕋᒪ. ᐅᐱᒍᓱᑦᑎᐊᖅᐳᖓ ᐊᕐᓇᒥᒃ ᐱᕈᖅᓯᒪᓕᕋᕕᑦ ᐱᕈᖅᐸᓪᓕᐊᖏᓐᓇᕐᓂᐊᖅᖢᑎᓪᓗ. ᐊᑖᑕᐃᑦ ᐊᒻᒪᓗ ᐅᐱᒋᑦᑎᐊᖅᐸᒋᑦ. ᑭᓇᐅᔪᒪᖕᒪᖅᐱᑦ ᑕᑯᒃᓴᐅᑎᑦᑎᓗᓯᓗ ᓄᓇᕐᔪᐊᕐᒥ ᓂᕕᐊᖅᓵᑦᑎᐊᕙᐅᓂᔅᓯᓐᓄᑦ. ᑭᓯᐊᓂ ᐅᔾᔨᖅᓱᑦᑎᐊᕐᓗᑎᑦ. ᐃᖅᑲᓇᐃᔮᑦ ᑭᓇᑐᐃᓐᓇᕐᒧᑦ ᐅᖃᐅᔾᔭᐅᔭᕆᐊᖃᙱᓚᖅ. ᐃᔨᕋᖅᑐᙱᓪᓗᓯ. ᓇᓪᓕᒋᕙᒋᑦ ᓄᑕᕋᖅ ᓂᕕᐊᖅᓯᐊᖅ. ᑲᔪᓯᒋᑦ ᖁᕕᐊᓱᒡᓗᓯᓗ."

(My daughter. If you are reading this, it means I am gone. But don't worry I will always be your angel. I am so proud of the woman you have become and would continue to grow into. Your father and I are extremely proud of you. Be who you want to be and show the world what an amazing girl you are. But be careful. Your job must not be told about to anyone. Keep it a secret. I love you my baby girl. Move on and be happy.)

I love you ma and pa.