Sunny! [ ON HOLD ]

Sunny remembers..

(Important A/N at the end, enjoy!)

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Sunny's pov

June 21st, 1997.

That was the day I lost the most precious thing in my life.

That is the day one of my purposes for living was taken away from me.

That, is the day that my flesh and blood, died. He died for such an innocent decision that it was almost scary. But somehow, I knew he was smiling down on me despite the decision inhad made that day.

I woke up with the all to familiar numbness in my chest this morning. I pulled the covers off of my stuff body, and threw my legs over the bed and let my feet touch the freezing hardwood floor. Not that it made a difference anyway, because on the inside that's what I felt like, cold and frozen.

I reluctantly pushed myself off my bed and trudged all the way to the bathroom. Within the two minutes it took me to get there, I realized that the house was stealthy quiet. It was sort of weird how everyone knew that today was gonna be a depressing day so the took the opportunity to flee within the wee hours of the morning. Junior was at Chris' house, and Anderson was at the the gym.

I pushed the door open, flicked on the light and automatically shielded my eyes from the light before getting a good look at myself in the mirror. My usual mysterious and alluring grey eyes were now dull, and swarming with the sad memories.

My hair was dispersed all over the place which was a indication that I was rolling around in my bed due to the night terrors. I let a breath of hot-air escape with the help of puffing my cheeks, turned on the sink and washed my face. Afterwards, I brushed my teeth and ran my hands through my hair in an attempt to fix it but that didn't work all too well.

When I had completed my routine I decided it was best to get the hard part over with now so that later, I could at least be halfheartedly happy by doing dinner. With that goal in my mind, I urged my feet to just comply with my brain today so that I could walk down the stairs to make some tea.

I walked out of the room, taking steady strides as my body got ready for the overwhelming emotion that it was about to endure. Once I was downstairs and in the kitchen, I took the tea kettle from the cabinet by the stove, filled it with the water courtesy the island's sink, and placed it on the waiting stove.

While the tea was brewing, I pushed my body towards the linen closet that was next to the front door and opened it and searched the closet until I found the little black box all the way in the back, tucked away begin Juniors old school play costume.

I grasped the box in my hand and the grip that my hands were executing, I could tell I was not yet ready to face this problem just yet. And as if reading my mind, the kettle let out an extended high-pitch shriek that caused my to drop the box- which opened -and fall to my knees and cover my ears to shield them from the noise that reminded me of my pained screams that were affiliated with this day.

"Make it stop, please make it stop." I pleaded, my eyes were tightly shut in order to conceal any unshed tears from falling.

I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready to go through this alone. In fact I was never ready and I think no parent is aver ready to face the fact, or even the idea of their child dying. But that stupid kettle continued to shriek and lid was rattling on top of it like it was having a hard time concealing the boiling water inside of it from escaping, just like me and my emotions wanting to come out.

I guess I tried to block out the noise for too long because I hadn't even heard Anderson, who was right in front of me shaking me as if he wanted me to wake up and escape this trance I was in. I looked up at him with glossy eyes and I could see his lips moving but no sound was being translated. It took me a few seconds to realize that I still had my hands covering my ears and quickly removed them, and threw myself into his waiting arms.