The Stars

Prologue

Right now, I live in the city that never sleeps, at least that's what everyone says. But there's always a moment when the city is quiet. I love that moment. It's when the stars burn the brightest.

I hate the city honestly.

I just want a nice, quiet home. Actually I just want to watch the stars. The pollution in big cities like this one cover my stars, and most nights I can only see one or two. Its frustrating.

I guess I should start from the beginning, my name is Kari, and I am 16 years old, but the story starts when I was 6. My parents were in a car accident, and I lost my ability to dream and to speak. My parents lost more though.

They lost their lives.

I watched the goriest scene of my life with fearful child eyes. I'll never forget it.

Whenever I close my eyes I see them laughing just before the wreck.

My mom was holding my dads hand while he drove, he kissed her and she said that she loved him and before he could reply I started fussing. Fussing is the only word for what I was doing.

I was being selfish and I wanted the love, so I started fussing. My mom turned around to calm me down. The truck came out of nowhere and my dad was still looking at my mom and no one saw it.

It was all my fault.

The last words out my moms mouth were "Of course we love you; we just love each other too, sweetie."

I hear those words in my nightmares. They were holding hands when they died. I saw my dads hands tighten on my moms when he felt the car jerk as it got hit, and then loosen when he died.

They were so in love, so I vowed to never love.

But the stars, oh those bright shinning stars, they are something I could never just not love.