Lost It All (Andy Biersack)

Prologue

Emily woke up at the sound of her alarm going off. She sighs and rolls over to turn it off, then stares at the wall. She takes a few moments before deciding to get up and get herself ready.

Emily. Emily Marie Rogers. She's twenty-two years old, born on October 30th, 1992. She just recently graduated from college, with a degree in literature. Undecided on her next move, she's staying with her parents while she figures things out. Five, eight with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She's an only child, as her mother had a difficult pregnancy while carrying Emily, so her parents decided not to try again, being content and happy to have been able to bring Emily into the world.

She walks downstairs into the kitchen, seeing that it is empty meaning her parents weren't awake just yet. She grabs a glass and pours herself a glass of orange juice, when her mother walks in, dressed in her business suit.

Weird, Emily thinks to herself.

It was Saturday, so her mother shouldn't be going into work today.

"Honey, your father and I have to go on a last minute business trip. We're flying to New York, and have to leave now to make it in time. We're going to be gone for the next two weeks, so you'll have the place to yourself.", she says, while grabbing her bag

"Great...", she mumbles and drinks her orange juice.

Her mother walks over to her and kisses her head.

"Call if you need anything. I have to go, your father is waiting in the car, I love you." She says, then leaves.

Her parents worked for a high-end publishing company, hence her degree in literature. They were constantly leaving for business trips, none ever last minute; so it must've been important.

She understood the fact that going on constant trips was apart of her parents job, but it never brought Emily comfort being alone most of the time.

Sighing, Emily walks into the living room and sits on the couch, turning the TV on to pass the time while she decided to do with her day.

As used to it she was, being alone never brought Emily comfort. Most people are content with being alone, but Emily wasn't. Growing up, it was something she struggled a lot with. Eventually she got to a point where she became okay being alone, but there was always that lingering feeling of discomfort that she couldn't quite shake.

•

About a few hours later, she gets a call from an unknown number. She answers it, turning the volume down on the tv.

"Hello?", she answers.

"Is this Emily Rogers?", a woman asks.

"This is she", she says, sitting up on the couch.

"I hate to say this, but I'm afraid there has been some bad news...", the woman says.

"B-bad news?", she stutters.

"Yes, the plane your parents where on has crashed. I'm sorry, but your parents are dead..."

She drops her phone and it falls to the ground. She could hear the woman on the phone, calling her name; but she stayed frozen in place. She could feel her body begin to shake and her eyes fill with tears.

Your parents are dead.

Those words played over and over again in her head, like a broken record.

Her parents were dead. The only people she had in her life, were now gone. She had no one. She was alone..

•

The past two weeks, Emily spent it dreading the day of her parents funeral. Having to see family members she hadn't seen or spoken to in a long time. Have people give their condolences on the passing of her parents. Having to be reminded once again, her parents were dead and no longer with her.

She spent the past two weeks, alone in the house, finding herself consumed with her thoughts. She didn't eat or sleep, she just sat in her room in the dark with her racing thoughts. It's what happened every time she was left alone for longer than she liked. The lingering feeling of discomfort grew bigger and ended up consuming her completely. She was alone and for her it seemed as if there was nothing she could do about it.

She adjusts her cardigan over her dress, looking at herself in the mirror. Her dark circles under her eyes were even more noticeable, due to her lack of sleep.

The funeral was going, just how her parents would want it to go. When it came time for Emily's speech, she hesitated a bit at first, not wanting to get in front of everyone and speak about her deceased parents. But then, she walks up the stairs onto the platform and over to the stand. Adjusting the note cards in her hand, with her speech written on it; she takes a deep breath, already beginning to feel herself choke up.

"I never thought my parents would end up leaving this way. I always thought they would die of old age. My last words to both of them was "I love you guys. Goodnight." Those were my last words to both of them. That was also the last time I saw my dad. The last time I saw my mom, was that morning, before she left for her flight...", she says, her breath starting to get shaky.

"My parents were always there for me, no matter what. They always supported my decision for anything. It's going to be hard, being in that house, all alone. Hell it already does, it has been for the past two weeks..."

At this point, a few tears had slipped from her eyes. She crumbles the note cards in her hands.

"Now I don't have them anymore. Now they're just a memory. If I get married my dad won't walk me down the aisle, my kids won't have grandparents from my side. Mom.. Dad, if you're listening I just want to say I love and miss you guys...", she finishes, wiping the tears off her face and going back to her seat.

She didn't like the looks everyone gave her. She didn't like the pity everyone was giving her. It made her feel worse if anything.

Soon the funeral was over, and she was back home. She skipped on going and being with her family, as she didn't have the energy to be around them.

As she steps inside and closes the door, the tears escape from her eyes once again.

She thinks about the fact that her parents are really no longer here, and cries some more. She then thinks about the fact that her mother was only a couple months pregnant before passing.

She decided not the mention her mother's pregnancy during the funeral, because she didn't think it was necessary too. She was finally going to have a brother or sister, but it was taken away from her.

I'm meant to be alone, she thought to herself.

She has no one but herself now. No parents, no friends, no one. She was alone and broken all over again.

Dead and broken, then she lost it all, and who can save her now?

•End of Prologue•

Crystal Reed will be portraying as Emily. I'm not the best writer so please don't hate if there is any grammar mistakes.

The trailer is in the media.

•This chapter has been revised and edited.•