{LIE} Lost in Existence [Editing]

Day Three

Lost in Existence

Day 3

Something was bugging me.

I felt myself being pulled out of the darkness by something extremely bright, and I didn’t like it one bit.

But I couldn’t help as my eyes fluttered open and searched for the cause of my discomfort.

Sunlight was coming in through a doorway.

It was then that I looked around and noticed that I was still lying in my shower.

I sighed as the memories from yesterday also came back to me.  I took a look at my wrist and saw that both cuts were healing nicely, and soon would blend in with my other scars.

I decided that I should get out of this uncomfortable position and get to school. 

As I exited the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.  It was only 6 in the morning?

I had two hours before school started.  What was I going to do for two whole hours?  I groaned and ran a hand through my very untidy hair.  I couldn’t help the yawn that escaped my mouth.  I was still dead tired.

I made my decision and shut my curtains so darkness flooded the room. 

I was taking a day off.

I then climbed into my bed, not even getting changed out of my bloodied clothes.  I closed my eyes, and let myself fall into the abyss of sleep.

I was sitting in the backseat of my parent’s car, glancing nervously out the window.  It was raining outside and in the front seat, my parents were arguing.  I tried to pry my eyes away from the outside world, but I couldn’t, and it looked really bad out there. 

Nervously I glanced up at my parents.  “Dad, it looks really bad out there.  Maybe we can go and get it later?”

For the moment they stopped arguing and my dad glanced back at me.  “No sweetie, we’ve already come this far.  Besides, the storm isn’t so bad.”

“Listen to your daughter!  It’s dangerous out here!” My mom yelled at him.

“Honey, I got this.  I’ve driven through plenty of storms before.”

“Just pull over!  It will make me and Lucy feel better!”

My dad just shook his head.

Then I noticed it before they did, out the front window.

My eyes widened in shock.  “DAD!” I screeched.

I heard a faint “What?” leave his mouth before he noticed.

He slammed down on the breaks, but I knew it was too late.  I covered my eyes with my hands, scared.

The next thing I heard was the crashing of our car and my mother’s scream.  My body jerked forward, but I somehow managed to keep my hands covering my eyes.

My father groaned and started to speak, “Are you—“

Then something smashed into the top of the roof.  I screamed.

The wires keeping rocks from falling had broke when we had crashed into the side of the mountain.

I sat up in bed gasping.  I glanced around the room, expecting to be crushed by rocks, not in a bed.  After a second, I remembered that it was just a dream.

Actually, it was more than a dream.  It was a memory.

That memory was the reason I was in the orphanage.  And it was my entire fault.

I felt sobs begin to bubble up inside me and I couldn’t stop it as tears began to stream down my face.  It wasn’t fair.  It just wasn’t fair.

I had never meant for anything like that to happen.  I just wanted that stupid book.  I was so stupid back then.

I scrambled out of bed, rushing into the bathroom.  I basically tore off my clothes, barely able to see through my tears, and climbed in the shower.  I turned it on as hot as possible.  At first, it was freezing cold, but it quickly heated up.

I’ve ruined my own life.  It’s as simple as that.  None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for my own stupid decision.

You see, my parents and I had been on a road trip vacation.  At that time we were currently in the Rocky Mountains somewhere.  It was down pouring and the storm just wouldn’t let up.  But me, stupid me, insisted that we turn around and go back and get my drawing pad that we had left at the cabin we’d stayed in the night.  My mom told me that we could go back later after the storm, but my dad was stubborn and insisted we go get my artwork right then.  The more we back-tracked, the more I was agreeing with my mom about coming back later.  But he just wouldn’t listen.  While they were arguing, my dad didn’t notice a sharp corner right ahead and we crashed.  Then because of the crash, a rock-slide started right on top of us.  We couldn’t do anything but hope to survive.

My mom died right away, and my dad died two days later.  I was severely injured but I survived.  I wish that I could have just died with them.

Eventually, my tears died down, and I slowly begin to clean myself up, and after I was done, I just let the burning hot water pour down my back.  It distracted me from my thoughts.

When I couldn’t take the heat any longer, I shut off the shower and climbed out.  I grabbed a black towel nearby and wrapped it around my body.  Grabbing another towel, I dried my hair off with it.

I walked over to the mirror in my small bathroom.  I wiped the steamy mirror off with the towel I had just used on my hair and stared at my reflection.

Eleven days.  That’s all I have left on this Earth.  And it doesn’t scare me one bit.

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IT IS HERE!  A day and a half early!  Be happy!  XD

I hope that all made sense.  If it didn’t, just tell me, and I’ll go try to fix it.

But basically Lucy feels responsible because if she had never asked her dad to go back and get her drawing pad (which by the way, used to be very important to her), they would have never been in an accident, and her parents would have never died.

That’s another reason she wants to die.

She sure wants to die, doesn’t she?

Song of the chapter: Hurt by Get Scared

Next Upload: Tuesday

Words: 960

A shorter chapter; well, kind of.  But I’m trying to save other details for the next chapter.

Also, this song really reminded me of this chapter, and just the story in general.  Especially with lyrics like “Always waiting for the worst to get me by” “After all you’ve done, look what I’ve become” and “How do you think I’m alright”.

Upload is on Tuesday instead of Wednesday since I uploaded early :) But I'm having company over this weekend, and I haven't written chapter four, so it probably won't be out early like this chapter was, unless you guys really want it early, it might be out Monday XD

This chapter is deticated to ShatteredTearDrops34 because of how amazing a fan she's been and she's given me a great idea that I'm currently thinking over.

Once again, thanks for all the comments and votes!  I never thought this many people would like it.  Maybe three or four… but not this… :D THANK YOU!

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