Relocating

Final

We got back to my apartment after two very long days in Connecticut. I'm never going back there again. I can't make myself go to her funeral this weekend. Ash took me home. He hasn't left me, either. He's stayed right by my side.

It was now 9pm. I was curled up against his chest. I had been crying since we got back. My only real family was gone. She was dead. She wasn't coming back. I had to keep reminding myself that. Ashton starting running his hands through my hair, trying to calm me down. Someone knocks on my door. I get up and open it. I have a shocked look on my face. Aria, Jacob, Eliza, Sterling, and Cole are all waiting outside the door. I sniffle and stare at them. They all hug me in a big group hug.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Ashton told us. I'm so sorry." Aria says and I nod.

"She was the last of my family." I say and let out a sob. Ashton comes and wraps his arms around me. I hug him tightly back.

"Hey, we're your family. All of us." She says and I look at her.

"I love you guys." I say and everyone makes there way to squeeze on our couch.

Aria is right. All of these people are my family. Aria, Jacob, all of them. They care about me. They really do. Aunt Mary was right. I have to live. I have to get out there with my friends and live life. I can't just curl up and wait to die and be with my blood relatives. I remember from a literature study in school, "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." That pretty much means the people who come into our lives by choice, make more of an impact than those who are blood related. Many argue that's not true, but in my case, it is true. I have no family. I have my friends, though. They are my real family. They have the most impact in my life. They love me the most. They care about me. They wouldn't let anyone hurt me. If I never moved here, none of these people would be in my life. There would be no Eliza, and no crazy Dan. None of these people would be here right now, comforting me. My parents died when I was 20 years old. That will haunt me forever. My last real family member died when I was 21. But from these events, I realized there are always people who love you.

And I love them too.