Sapphire.

Chapter Nine

SAPPHIRE'S POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the night sky. I couldn't sleep, and my mind kept drifting back to the day my parents died. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories, but they came flooding back anyway.  Guess I had to take a little trip down memory lane.

All of a sudden, the car came to an unexpected halt, and the windshield shattered into a million pieces. The screeching sound of the brakes pierced through my ears, and my body tumbled violently as the car skidded out of control and crashed into another vehicle. The impact was immense, and I could feel my head slamming against the hard surface of the car. The throbbing pain was intense, and I could feel a warm, sticky sensation on my fingertips. It was blood. I was bleeding, and the realization sent a shiver down my spine. The world began to spin around me, faster and faster, until I could no longer keep up with its motion. My vision blurred, and the edges of my consciousness began to fade into oblivion.

The pain was unbearable, and I could feel myself drifting away into a state of delirium. The weight of my body on the cold, hard floor felt heavier by the second. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, and my vision was blurred. I let out a soft moan, hoping that someone, anyone would hear me.

The sound of blood dripping onto the floor echoed in my ears, and it was the only thing I could focus on. The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils, and I felt sick to my stomach. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't know how bad it was. Was it just a minor cut or something more serious?

The world around me was spinning faster and faster, like a never-ending rollercoaster ride with no off button. I felt disoriented and out of control, like I was a passenger in my own body. Everything was a blur, and I could barely make out my surroundings.

Suddenly, the world went dark, and I felt myself slipping away into a void. It was as if the universe had swallowed me whole, and there was no coming back from it. Fear took hold of me, and I realized that this might be it - the end of my journey.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the blinding whiteness of the sterile hospital walls greeted me, and the antiseptic smell of the room invaded my nostrils. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my chest made me wince. Memories of the car accident flooded my mind - the sound of metal crashing, the screeching of tires, and the glass shattering. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to shake off the fog in my head, and that was when I noticed that I was not alone in the room.

A nurse appeared by my side, a kind smile on her face. "Oh, you're awake!" she said softly, her voice warm and comforting.

I attempted to speak, but my throat felt parched and dry. The nurse quickly fetched me a glass of water, and I drank it eagerly, grateful for the cool liquid that soothed my throat. I tried to sit up again, but the nurse gently pushed me back down.

"Take it easy, dear," she said. "You were in a serious car accident. You need to rest."

I nodded, still feeling dazed from the accident. Then, I remembered my parents, and my heart sank. "Where are my parents?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The nurse's smile vanished, and her expression grew somber. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "Your parents didn't make it."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. My world came crashing down as if someone had pulled the rug out from under my feet. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to comprehend that my parents, the people who meant the world to me, were gone.

The nurse seemed to understand my pain, and she sat down beside me. "I know this is a lot to take in," she said gently. "But you're not alone. We'll do everything we can to help you get through this."

I nodded, my tears refusing to stop. My heart felt shattered, and I didn't know how to carry on without my parents. They had always been my rock, my support system, and now they were gone.

The nurse stayed with me for a while, answering my questions and providing comfort. I learned that I had been in a coma for several days, and my injuries were severe, but not life-threatening.

However, I would need to stay in the hospital for some time to heal.
As the nurse left the room, I was left alone with my thoughts. The grief and pain were overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel lost and helpless. I had lost my parents, my home, and my sense of security in a blink of an eye. I didn't know how I would cope with it all.

But lying there in that hospital bed, I made a promise to myself. I would find a way to carry on. I would honor my parents' memory by living life to the fullest, by being the best version of myself. It wouldn't be easy, but I had to try. I had to move forward, even if it was painful and difficult. I would make my parents proud, even though they were no longer with me.

Life after my parents' death was never easy. After I was released from the hospital, I was put into foster care. At first, I felt grateful that I had a roof over my head and people to take care of me. But soon, I realized that it was not the same as having my own family. The other kids in the foster home were nice to me, but I couldn't connect with them the way I used to connect with my parents.

I missed them terribly, and the pain of their loss never left me. I tried to keep my spirits up, but it was hard. I felt as if a part of me had died along with them. I attended therapy sessions, but it only helped me deal with the pain temporarily.

As I grew older, I found it hard to fit in with my peers. I was always the girl with the tragic story, the one whose parents had died in a car accident. I was different from the other kids, and I knew it. I had to work harder to make friends and be accepted.

Despite all of this, I was determined to succeed. I was a bright student and worked hard in school. I graduated from high school at the age of 17, a year earlier than my peers. But instead of celebrating, I felt a sense of emptiness. I had accomplished something great, but my parents weren't there to see it.

I couldn't bear the thought of staying in the foster home any longer. I longed for my own space, a place where I could be alone with my thoughts. So, one day, I decided to run away from my foster parents. I didn't have a plan, but I knew I had to get out.

I spent a few nights sleeping on the streets, but it was too dangerous. I needed a roof over my head. So, I used the money i stole from my foster parents and rented a joint apartment with a roommate. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but it was better than sleeping on the streets.

I struggled to make ends meet. I worked odd jobs and took classes at a local community college. It wasn't easy, but I was determined to make something of myself. I often felt lonely and missed my parents, but I knew I had to keep going.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I worked hard and saved my money. I wanted to go to a better college, and I knew I needed to save up for it. But just when things were starting to look up, I received some devastating news. My foster parents had reported me missing, and the police were looking for me.
I knew that I couldn't stay in the apartment any longer. I had to leave and start over. I packed my bags and left in the middle of the night. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to keep moving forward.
The journey was long and hard, but I never gave up. I learned to be resilient and strong. I faced many obstacles, but I always found a way to overcome them. The pain of losing my parents never left me, but I learned to live with it. I knew that they would want me to be happy and successful, and I was determined to make them proud.