Worth Living For {Completed}

Chapter 6 | Orphan

           A punch in the stomach, when my Father had just died it was as if someone was raising up to strike, the fist coming closer and closer, but then the news of my mother sent me straight off my feet, the fist had made contact with my stomach.

          I closed my eyes and began to sob. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes, my Father's recipe, the smell of the dust coming from the attic when me and Mom used to clean out the attic twice a year. The smell of the rotting photographs, hanging loose from memory books that hadn't been looked at in year. 

          Echoing in my brain, my Mom's high pitched laugh, a sound I would never hear again, the sound of my Dad's terrible knock-knock jokes screaming in my memory. My low growl when my family would jokingly pick on me. The day my Dad taught me how to pitch a baseball. 

          The smell of my mother's perfume and the feel of her fuzzy sweater sleeves around my neck. My Dad's low chuckle, the family movie nights, the ones that would always end up in us making fun of one another for our movie taste. 

          My Dad's scratchy beard rubbing against my forehead when he kissed me goodbye on his way to work, the things I would never see again, the things I would never be able to experience, the smells I would never smell again, the sounds I couldn't hear ever again. The love I would never feel again.

          Your mother and father are dead, I think it's time to give up!  the evil voice commanded.

           I didn't answer, but kept hugging my knees close to my chest, my face buried in between my legs. Never wanting to grow up in a world without my parents.

          You promised me!  I yelled internally, closing my eyes shut, hoping it was all just a dream. Someone would pinch me and would wake up.

          I'm sorry, the softer voice spoke.

          I'm an orphan.

          "Do they have any other family, the two kids?" the woman asked.

          The man shook his head "The parents don't have any siblings, all of their grandparents are dead" he answered in a monotone voice. I'm an orphan.

           "How are the other two?" the familiar voice spoke up again.

          "The teen male is stable and so is the young boy"

          My face jerked up from between my knees. Young boy? Ike. I ripped my arm out from beneath me and using my sweat sleeve I quickly rubbed my eyes and on shaky legs I began to walk. 

          I slammed threw the existing doors and back into the waiting room, beginning to walk on a set of faster legs, the word Orphan running threw my head.