Away From Us

Chapter 03: A New Beginning.

"Come on honey, lets go." Auntie Rose said. I looked up to her tired red eyes, and her worn out features. "We have to go now or else we will miss the plane. I am talking to you too lazy bum." She said as she pointed her newly polished finger at Aria.

Normally I would have laughed, but right now I was too tired to think, to move, to even breathe.

It's been a week since my family's funeral, 3 weeks since their tragic agonizing death. Aunt Rose and Aria had flown back from Miami the second they heard about what had happened. For the very least, they were the only family I had left.

It's been three weeks, and I can't see the sore pain and the unbearable wound in my heart healing, not now, nor later. The idea, thinking that I had utterly lost everything I owned, was able to just fracture me. And now that it was real, my body felt like it had been hit by an enormous truck over and over again. At the same time I felt numb, dead. Emptiness filled my chest and rose up my throat like continuous never-healing nausea.

I felt, broken.

Nothing was worth living for. My thought even roamed about suicide, about why wasn't I there with them, thinking about the reason they died and left me alone. I wished I was dead too, with all my heart, to just be able to see my family. I still could not even believe what had happened, I just wanted to wake up from this bad dream.

It wasn't that just my family's death had only hurt me, my aunt couldn't stop crying at nights when she would hold herself all day and be strong in front of us. Aria would only hug me and we would cry our eyes out looking at their pictures which were saved from the blazing fire. Nothing else was saved, literally nothing.

I gulped, trying to focus on anything else other than my thoughts, trying to be conscious to the world and what was happening around me. I tended to drift with my own lurid thoughts, and that wouldn't end well at times.

I stood up, clutching my black back bag, and swinging it over my shoulder. I soothed the wrinkles down on the ombré blue blouse Aria had lent me.

As I started to walk by aria's side, suddenly the world started spinning, and I stopped in my track clutching onto her arm as I shut my eyes tightly.

"Myrna, what's wrong?" She asked wearily.

I gulped the lump that has formed up my throat, squinting my eyes and shaking my head to her as the dizziness I felt started abating. When finally the world stopped spinning after a moment of two, I straightening myself up from her grip trying to flash her a small smile.

"Nothing I just got a little bit dizzy." I answered her quietly, my voice sounding a far cry to my ears, it sounded weak. And I mentally cursed at myself for it.

"For god's sake Myrna!" She hissed under her breath as she started walking beside me. "It's because you don't eat anymore. Don't you dare think that you can fool me when you chop your food to little pieces as if you've eaten. Everybody might believe it, but I wouldn't."

My stomach churned and I pursed my lips to her words. She was right, and that's why I refused to look at her. It wasn't just that I had lost my appetite, the mention of food would make my stomach crumple in pain, and I would totally loose it.

She sighed when I ignored her, choosing to drop the subject, which I was totally grateful for. We settled our passports and tickets at the receptionist who wished us a nice first class flight.