Will The Dark Clouds Ever Fade? [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

The Beginning of Hell

Hey everyone! So, if you are reading/did read Opposites Attract, you could tell Chelsea's quite the chipper one. For some odd reason, I picture Chelsea as two different people. One that's friendly, talks to everyone, and just overall a ball of sunshine. On the other hand, I also imagine her as someone who's gone through some sort of tragedy and is quiet, and in some way can relate to Vaughn. (Yes, another ChelseaxVaughn. I can't help it, I love it). But yeah, this is the more sad and quiet kind of Chelsea. I assure you though, she won't be so melancholy forever. Well, happy readings! ^^
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It was a cold, windy day. The sky was dark grey and it was pouring outside. I was with my family, visiting the city that my parents always talked about. They told me about how there were stores galore, and how there were much more opportunities that there would be living in the city, so it would be best to get glimpse of it for the future. We stayed at a hotel for the time being, since we'd only be here for a week.

If only we stayed indoors that one night.

The wind was howling, the rain was harsh. It felt sharp, like needles stabbing into your skin. My mother decided that she should go say hello to an old friend of hers. My father agreed that would be a good idea, and decided we should all go since they had a child about my age that I could meet. We walked out, and my father called for a taxi. It drove up slowly and we all got in. My mother told the driver where to drive to, and he drove to the destination.

The memories of back then are still faint, but I mostly remember waking up in a hospital. It was maybe 3 in the morning, and I sat up from the hospital bed.

"...Mom..?" I called out quietly but loud enough to be heard.

"...Dad..?"

I called out again, but the only thing I received was silence. My head throbbed and I gently placed my finger on the bandages wrapped around it.

I winced and felt my eyes water. I had a bad feeling.. I was usually right when it came to bad vibes. There was no one around, and I was alone.

I started to cry and I laid back down. I tried to recall the events that happened but all I remembered was getting into the taxi cab and hearing the loud honking of cars.

I was 10 years old at the time, so I was able to comprehend the situation however, I didn't know what happened. I was scared and confused. The only thing I could do was wait until morning.

I eventually cried myself back to sleep and woke up again at 7am. It was a habit, considering my parents always woke me up at that time. I awoke to find a nurse standing beside my bed.

"Good morning, Chelsea. How are you feeling?"

Her soft voice made me feel at ease, yet at the same time very uneasy.

"I'm fine.. My head sorta hurts though..."

I then remembered that I was by myself.

"Where's my parents?"

The nurse's smile slowly draped down into a frown.

"Chelsea.. I'm sorry to give you this news, especially since you have just awoken but.. Your parents are dead.."

My eyes widened and quickly started flooding with tears. My voice cracked and I felt like there was a lump in my throat. I choked a word out to the best of my ability.

"They're... Dead...?"

I swallowed hard and the tears kept falling.

The nurse gently stroked my hair.

"You were all in a car crash.. You were the only survivor out of the rest of your family in the car. The driver is in a temporary coma too.. The crash was very tragic.. You're lucky to be alive, you know?"

I couldn't help but scream.

"I'm not lucky! My parents are dead! I have no siblings! I'm..!"

She hushed me and urged me to calm down.

"There's someone to take care of you. Don't worry, you'll be alright."

I disconnected the tubes from my body and got up. My head still throbbed but I had to go and see my parents. I ran out the door before the nurse could stop me and looked to my right. The door had a name plate that had my parent's name on it.

I opened the door and saw both my mother and father lying there, with the blanket covering them from head to toe.

I slowly walked over and sobbed.

"Mom.. Dad.. Why..? Why me..?! Why am I the only one?!.."

I reached for her hand. She was already cold. I couldn't bear to tear the covers off of her or my father. The nurse rushed in and grabbed me.

"It's best if you rest for now.."

I sniffled and wiped my tears.

"I'm fine.. I just want to go home.."

I was picked up by my grandmother (that I've only recently met) and we went to grab my belongings. We then headed to her house for my new life to start.

I didn't come out of my room for weeks. I even lost track of what day it was. I didn't care. All I knew was that I was the only survivor, and both my parents are dead. A funeral was held for my parents not too long after. I could tell the pity everyone had towards me. I could hear the whispers behind my back. After the funeral, I went back to my room. It was around this time that I started getting, almost like flashbacks in my dreams about that night. It wasn't bad at first, but it slowly progressed into worse matters as I grew older.