This is the start ( Wesley stromberg fanfic) *SLOW UPDATES*

introduction.

Viviane's pov:

The terribly salty tears roll down my checks and hit the ground. I don't even bother to wipe them because they are just gonna keep falling. It seems that no matter what I say to myself i'm broken, completely shattered and no one can fix the dark hole that's now in my heart.

So I just sit there, in the church, were my parents funeral is being held ... and cry.

It was both my parents, by the way.

I've been trying to get a hold of myself but its no use, I'm shell bound. I just want to fall asleep and never wake up. 

Sometimes, when I was little, I would have nightmares like this, were my parents would die and I would be left completely and utterly alone, but now that nightmare has become a daunting reality; a reality that I can't just fix at the snap of a finger, a reality that has changed my life forever. In these times I would have my mother here to substain me, and sing me to sleep, but now even that's been taken away from me.

Im adrift in my own thoughts, just wandering into possibilities when I hear some one from behind me. " hello, are you Shawn and Aida Sarandon's daughter " an old chubby women ask me as I try to clean up my tears.

"Oh, um, yes, and my brother and sister are over there" I say pointing to my only family, the people I love, the only people who understand the annoyingly unbearable pain I'm in.

"Oh, well, I just wanted to say. . . sorry for your lost sweetie. Now, I know that this may be quite sudden, but I need to talk to you about a matter of living and things like that. Its better to start as soon as possible." she says with a grim look as she pulls out a brief case. I was guessing she was mom and dad's attorney or something. So I nod my head like a god girl, and scooch over so she can sit down. Sitting straight, I try to completely dry my face from any remanding tears.

"so why do you need to talk to just me? what about my brother and sister?" I ask. I tried to look curious for an answer that  I'm pretty sure I already know the answer to. Though maybe if I tell myself its not true...

"Well sweetie, as you know your still a minor and not eligible to live on your own. Thats why im here ... It seems that the only person you can stay with at the moment is your aunt Rena- " I interrupt her from the almost dreadful news she's telling me. Would it be rude to just get up and leave and never look back?

"wait why aunt Rena why not Bella or John ?" I ask. Its when she sighs that my lips starts to quiver and my fist go tight to stop the tears. There is nothing i can do about it. And all because I'm only 17.

" well, you see, your brother is still only 19 and he's still in college - not yet completely eligible. And as for your sister... Well she offered but I had reread your parents will and I saw that your parents requested you stay with your aunt if anything were to happen to them while your still a minor. Its practically written in stone, kid." The old woman, who I didn't even know the name of, said with only worry and pity on her face. I nod, thanked her, and got up. Walking seemed harder now, all with how my mind was spinning from this ridiculous news racing in my mind.

Though I must admit, that this is it. This is my breaking point. I had been able to hold it in for as long as I possibly could, but now, I just can't. So of course I had to find the perfect place for a teenage girl to cry out her heart and learn to hate the world at the same time. 

The bathroom.

 I fall to the floor when I lock the door, and just sit there, not being able to stop the crying. So I accept the facts that my tear ducks have turned against me and just cry my sorrows away, my hurt and my new found fears .