Escape from Tragedy

Chapter 1:

Past: A Dream

RIIIINNNNGGGGGG: Unknown Number.

"Hello?" I asked confused usually I just ignore these phone calls.

"Hi, Is this Ms.Olivia Olsen?" Said a deep voice.

"Yes? Who is this?" I asked alerted.

"This is detective Smith, are you at your dorm?" The masculine guy asked.I sat up from laying down in my twin bed, alerted and scared. What the hell is happening?!

"Ms.Olivia, we need to know your at your dorm? Your aunt Debra is going to pick you up, pack a ba-"

I cut him off "No, my parents are picking me up" I told him confused.

"Ms. Olivia. Your aunt Debra is going to pick you up and bring you home. Everything will be explained then"

Present.

Beep! Beep!Beep!

I hit my alarm to turn it off and rolled over. It's been three months I've had that dream. It's not even a dream its a nightmare. When can I finally dream of something else? It's been three months since I've lost everything and everyone. That day I've felt guilt, pain, anger and most of all lonely.

"Honey? are you up?" My Aunt Debra asked from the other side of the door. "Come on get up, I want to talk to you"

I sighed and got up, here's to another day of trying to move on but how? when everything is my fault! Just another day in my life of having to fake it to I make it. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I don't get how people can just wake up and not brush there teeth right away. Once I was done with freshening up, I made my way to the kitchen.

"Morning" I said coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

"Good morning" She asked while bring our coffee's to the table.

"Thanks, Where's Max?" I asked noticing my Australian Shepherd dog not running around.

"Oh, he's outside somewhere, you know how he is" she said before taking a sip from her coffee."So let's eat and then let's talk outside?"

"okay, is it bad?" I asked her worried.

"It depends on how you take it" she said taking a bite from her oatmeal.

We sat there eating our oatmeal in silent, letting our thought take over. I don't need anymore bad news, I live with nothing but bad things happen to me. What could Aunt Debra possibly have to tell me?! Did Max do something ? No he's a good dog for most parts. Did something come up? I keep thinking about what she could possibly have to tell me. We cleaned the table and got another cup of coffee, and sat outside on the porch. Max running to us from sitting under his favorite tree and wanting us to pet him. I love this dog, he was there through everything with me, the only one I have from three months ago.

"So I wanted to talk to you about New York" She said looking at me. New York?!

"I'm confused?" I told her totally not following where she is going with this.