Chapter Six.
I wake up because of a nightmare. Another day waking up too early for my taste particularly on a school day. I lay back and close my eyes trying to fall asleep again for the remaining couple of hours I had left before my alarm went off, but the only thing I did was think about that horrible dream. So instead of torturing myself again, I just stood up.
My heart was racing and my entire body was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. I decided to make myself some coffee to help my state, and maybe calm my nerves too. When I stepped outside, I started hearing sobs, and I knew they were from my mother, being the only person here besides me.
It didn't get through my head the fact that she might still be crying because of the letter. Something told me she was crying because of something else, something much worse, and I'm scared to know what that is.
"Mom..?" I say as I walk in the kitchen. She looks up at me, and I get a much clearer view of her eyes, which were red as hell, she has definitely been crying for a few hours non-stop. "Mom, what's wrong?" She was holding the phone.
Oh, no.
"Mom.. Is dad okay?" She nods, barely. "Did something happen to Robbie?" She shakes her head no. I internally sigh. I'm still worried about what might've happened, but knowing those two are okay, especially Robbie, makes me feel a little bit better.
"It's your aunt Carlene." Oh, no. Please don't be the aunt Alice. "She had a car accident last night." God, no. Tears were starting to form again, and I already knew what was coming, so I rushed to hug her. I knew it would be hard for her to say those words. "She's dead." She whispered a few times, more to herself.
"You look tired, how long have you been here?" She was trembling, filled with anxiety. I know it because whenever she feels this way, she starts playing with the ends of her shirt, which is what she's doing right now.
"Your uncle Reuben called at four, so I've been awake since then." She mumbles.
"Mom, go to bed. I'll call your work and say you're sick, and I'll take the car to go to school. Just please, go to sleep." She shakes her head uncontrollably. "Mom, please."
"I-I have to talk to Reuben about the funeral, we need to make a few arrangements and-"
"I'll call him, I'll talk to him. Don't worry about anything right now, just focus on resting right now." She finally nods and I take her hand, guiding her to her bedroom. I close the door once I make sure she's lying on her bed. I can hear her sobbing and it kills me inside not being able to do anything about it, but giving her some space is the best I can do right now.
I take the phone and dial my uncle Reuben's number, but he isn't the one who picks up. It's a girl. "My dad is busy right now, do you need me to give him a message?"
"Roxy, it's me." I tell her.
"Marley?" She asks. "Marley, please come." I can hear her sobs through the phone and I feel so unable right now. I just wish I could make everyone happy right now and bring aunt Carly back.
"I'm so sorry, Roxy. How are you holding up?" I instantly slap myself. Of course she's doing bad, there was no need for me to remind her by asking such an idiotic question.
"Everything's a mess. Dad is locked up in his room and the kids are just asking when is mom coming home. I don't know how to deal with all of this." Roxy was the older of three children. She was one year younger than me. Then there's Jade, who's eight, and Aiden, who's only three years old.
"I wish I was there with you." They all used to live in a big house here, that's where me and my mom stayed while my mom searched for a place for us. After we moved out, they moved to New York. I haven't seen them since then.
