Alone For Good

Chapter One: The Accident

This wasn't suppose to happen and it never should have. We were planning our vacation just the three of us. My mom, dad, and me. We took the Jet Blue airplane, and honestly it looked fancy. Our plan was to go on a beautiful tropical island and relax from the rest of the world but that didn't happen. During the trip on the airplane, one of the wings caught on fire and the plane crashed into the ocean. It was my dad who noticed the issue with one of the wings. As quickly as possible they gave me a parachute but I was the only one to make it out alive. When they pushed me out of the airplane, the whole airplane caught on fire. The last words I heard from my parents was "Teresa, we love you..." They pushed me out before I got the chance to say I love you too. It still hurts, the pain of losing my parents, and the fact that I was there watching that plane burn, watching them die. It should have been me not them, they lost their lives for me, someone who doesn't deserve to live to this day. If only we could swap spots my life to be lost, wherever they are. After falling swiftly in the air, I landed in the ocean, in the middle of no where. My first thoughts were sharks; I was absolutely terrified of sharks and there are sharks in the ocean. There was no place to stand on and no place to be protected. Now I truly wanted to switch places. The worst part was that there was no hope for me being saved, I was in the middle of the ocean. No hope at all. That's when fate changed a different direction. In the air I heard a noise and quickly recognized it. It was a helicopter. "Help!!! Help!!! I'm down here!!!" I shouted hoping they would hear me. For a few seconds I waited, wondering if they were going to do something, but mainly I was questioning if they heard me at all. After a minute I stopped waiting and gave up. Then I heard a swoosh sound as if something fell from the air and was hanging. To see what it was I turned around and realized they had brought me a ladder to climb. When I got in the helicopter all I could think of were my parents, I knew they were dead but I wanted to see them, one last time. "Wait... My parents, they were in that plane... They might be alive," I said sobbing. "We're having others investigate and find the casualties," said one of the pilots. Casualties, I knew what it meant but at the moment I felt the pilot meant dead bodies because I knew that no one could have survived that. When they took me home, I went to my room and I never wanted to come out. One day I heard a knock at my door. "What if it was my parents? They might be alive," I thought as I quickly ran to the door. But when I opened it, it wasn't who I expected. Instead it was two policemen. "Is this Teresa Anderson?" One policeman asked. "Yes it is," I answered "Does this have anything to do with the plane crash?" The cop looked at me as if he was going to give me the worst news in the world like the end is coming, but instead he told me something way worst than that. "It does... We found the bodies of your parents... I'm sorry for your loss," he said in the most awkward tone of voice. When he told me that I was stunned but at the same time I knew it would happen. My eyes started to swell up with a massive pool of tears, so I slammed the door on the officers not caring if that was being rude. That's when I realized I need someone to be there for me. So one day I went to an orphanage. "Are you here to adopt?" asked the lady at the main desk. "Actually I'm here to be adopted...." I said awkwardly. The lady looked at me in confusion and as if I was crazy, but I wasn't, I knew what I was doing. "How old are you?" She asked. "I'm 17." "When is your birthday?" She asked. "It's in three days." She stared at me even longer as if I asked her the stupidest question. "Sweetheart, by the time you are 18 you can take care of yourself," she said in a snobbish way. She got me upset, so I left. When I got home I saw that the mailman had left me envelopes and in the envelopes were bills. They were meaningless to me so I ignored it. The next day more bills came in with more warnings, and I still wasn't interested. One day a tall man in a suit put a notice on my door. It said that if I don't pay my bills that I will have to pay the bank $130,000. And if I didn't pay that money my house will be taken away. It didn't really bother me because nothing mattered to me anymore. After my parents death I felt like life was useless, and nothing was important. So I didn't pay the bills and for weeks and weeks nothing happened to the point where I forgot I even had a notice on my door in the first place. Then that one day came, that day I didn't expect to come. The same man who put the notice on my door, went to my house and knocked so loudly. When I opened the door he was already prepared, he knew what he was going to say and when he was going to say it, I could tell. "Is this the house of Teresa Anderson?" he asked me. "Yes it is, I'm Teresa," I responded. "You haven't payed your bills and because you haven't payed your bills you got a notice, but you didn't pay your notice. I'm sorry but we're going to have to take your house away. You have two days to pack up and leave," he said. When he said that I gave him a cold look of hatred. It wasn't fair, I needed someone to help me, to be there for me, but that stupid lady said I could take care of myself which I can't. Worst of all I don't have a job, I didn't go to college, and I have no money. That night I went out, the first time I had left the house since my parents had died. While I was walking across the street I saw a little girl and her mom and dad. If only I could be that young and innocent. There would be someone who would be there for me, someone to take care of me. A wave and sadness came over me. If only I had my parents.