Let's Start With Forever

Background

-Narrative-

Lavender Brown, the oldest of three children, was born in Houston, Texas, in 1763, to devout parents. Many people despised "our kind." As a result, her people were treated horribly. Lavender's family, on the other hand, was well-known in the African-American community. Because of her mother's role as a stay at home mom and her father's role as a doctor.

Lavender was frequently humiliated as a child due to her skin tone and the fact that she was a little chunky. She attended an all-black school and had a close group of friends, but when she returned home from school, the white kids would terrorize her.

Her mother had always told her not to worry about it, so it didn't bother her as much. "God made you special. Don't ever lose sight of how lovely you are." Lavender would smile as she recalled her mother's words of encouragement.

Lavender spent the majority of her time with her cousins. She was thankful for them because they allowed her to be herself.

The second-oldest cousin was Lavender, followed by Beau, Cassie, Mikayla, and Mariah.

They loved being around each other and would visit each other's homes every day after school. Weekends were her favorites because she spent the nights with them.

Lavender was feeling off one day, feeling a pit in her stomach that something bad was about to happen. She began to walk home when it suddenly began to rain.

"Dammit, now my hair is going to get wet." She grumbled under her breath. She jogged home and found the front door cracked as she approached the porch.

Lavender suddenly began to feel uneasy. Since Lavender had a key, her mother NEVER left the door open. So she slowly walked up the stairs and pushed the door open, her heart picked up, and she began to hyperventilate as she looked at the blood trail leading to the kitchen and upstairs.

Lavender threw her things down and cried for her dad. Tears streamed down her face when she saw her father and brother laying dead on the tile floor, surrounded by their own blood. Her heart dropped in her stomach.

She sat on the floor, hugging her knees, and stared at nothing through blurred vision before a thought occurred to her, and she quickly wiped her eyes.

Where were her mother and sister?

She stood up and followed the blood trail to the stairwell, where she came to a halt with one foot on the step and the other still on the floor. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest when she looked up the steps and raced up them.

Her mother's room was where the blood trail had come to a stop. She pushed open the door slowly, only to be confronted with the devastating sight of her dead mother cradling her baby sister.

Lavender sobbed as she held her mother in her arms. Lavender had no idea who could have done this. Why did she have to lose her family? Why did this have to happen, and who was to blame? Lavender had been lying on the carpet floor for what seemed like hours, in her mother's blood, before deciding to call the authorities. But I decided against it; no white person was going to be concerned about a "nigger's dead family." So she decided to call her aunt instead, but when no one answered, she walked back downstairs and out the door. She decides to walk to her aunt's house.

Lavender marched down the rocky sidewalk with tear-streaked cheeks and a bloodied school uniform, emotionless. As she continued to walk, she received horrified looks from those around her, but she didn't care because the last vestige of her former self, along with her family, died in her home.

She arrives at her aunt's house and knocks on the door, but no one answers. Her aunt was usually home at this time, so she and her cousins were certainly there. So she peered through the tiny window and saw furniture turn over. She then pulled the door handle open.

This was unusual for Lavender because her aunt wasn't married; it was just her Aunt Vanessa and her cousins. Lavender felt a sense of deja vu as she entered the house, and she shook with fear as she realized if the same thing had happened to her aunt and cousins. However, there was no blood, and the area had been strewn about as though there had been a big brawl.

Lavender ran into the room, shouting wildly, "Aunt Vanessa!!!!!! Mariah!" "Beau!" But no one replied, and she sobbed on the floor, unsure what to do. There was no one at home.

At least, that's what she thought when she was wallowing and a figure crept up behind her. She heard a creek on the floor, but before she could turn around and yell, a blunt object struck her in the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.