Living Life One Day at a Time

Chapter 33

"You don't know the whole story." He muttered with slight anger seeping through his words,

Real anger was explding through my body like a volcano was beconing to attack. Normally I'd shrug away, but not this time.

"I don't know the whole story?! I don't know the whole story?!! Maybe thats becasue youre too spineless to tell me, message me, write a note smoke signals! Anything! I had to live years not knowing what happened, not knowing if it was me or if you just didn't want me anymore!" My anger piercing my words. Silence flooding the room. I wasn't done yet.

'Ring, Ring, Ring.' The phone started going off. every ring defening me. I was so content listening to the sound of it ringing, that it took me a while to register him picking it up.

I looked up at him and him, his angered face had gone from a firetruck red to ghost white. He was holding the phone as if his life depended on it, raw sadness was exposed in his weathered features.

"Um thankyou officer." I heard him mumble. A part of me wanted to conitinue fighting, but my body shut down. 

"What is it?" worry flooding through my body and tears prickling my eyes.

"Ummm your ummm Mum and your umm sister got into a car accident...........and umm..." He didn't need to finish the sentence, but for some reason i wanted him too.

"What?!" 

"They didn't survive, they did everything they could." His voice so low that it only came out in a whisper.

Even though it was only a whisper, the words rang in my ears like a firealarm. It wouldn't go away, my head started to pound and everything seemed to be spinning. My stomach was doing flips and my heart was beating. 

Though my world was tumbling around me it wasn't like the movies. Or how i ever thought it would be. There wasn't tons of people around me trying to comfort me or help me feel better. The phone wasn't ringing off the hook with peoples condolences. I was alone. All alone.

How come it always got like that? Why was I all alone? I know he was there and he might be hurting just as much as me. But that was too logical and it the state i was in. I couldn't be logical. I was hurting.

Even though I'd found out 15 mins ago the words are still ringing in my ears. And to think that my Mum, the person who has always been there for me. The person that I'd watch Twilight with until 3:00 in the morning with, eat ice cream for dinner and  have late night chats with, was gone.

Then my sister was gone too. Memories were flooding through me and i couldn't cope. I broke down. I broke down infront of my father, but it felt like i was alone. In the middle of my cries i saw him creep closer in an attempt to comfort me, but i pushed him away.

I'm not sure how long i cried for, all i know is that when i woke up from a trumatic sleep my eyes were crimson and my cheeks were stained with tears. Pressure seemed to seive up all my muscles and i couldn't seem to relax. I attempted to have a shower, hoping that it would at least make me feel better. It didn't, i don't think anything could.