Left Me There

Chaptre Quatre - Silver Linings in a Storm?

q u a t r e - Silver Linings in a Storm

"What do you mean she passed away?" I stuttered

I received no answer, only receiving a guilty look from my principal.

By now, tears were flowing continuously down my face. No way, this couldn't be happening. Did she feel pain when she passed? Was she asleep? Questions were riding into my mind like a helpless boat caught up in a storm. There's always a silver lining in a storm. This wasn't a storm, it was a natural disaster. There is no silver lining in a hurricane, or an earthquake, or a tsunami. What was going to happen to me?

I shuffled out of the room, not wanting pity from others, nobody, but myself.

I quickly exited the school grounds, making a bee-line to home. Destination 1. Who would I have to love me? Appreciate me? Who could I make happy? The daunting thought of going to my Aunt Jay haunted me. I had heard bad and good stories of her. I don't know much about her. Only that she has lot of children.

I opened the door knob and made my way to Nanna's room. On her neatly made bed was a piece of card. I sat down on her bed and read the note.

"Dear Stella,

I apologise for not letting you know sooner, but I haven't been going very well lately. The doctors have told me to leave my will with someone trust worthy. So I left it with your Aunt Jay. Please don't be angry, but I met her some time ago. She's a lovely lady. She can be extremely humorous but is also very thoughtful and kind. You will inherit my money, and my belongings when you are 18. Know that I will always love you, and always be watching you. Don't chew on your nails even if you think no one is watching. I will always be there.

Love always,

Your Grandmother"

The waterworks were working again. Tears flowing down my face.Multiplying and drowning me in a river of sadness.

If Aunt Jay was kind, why didn't mum like her? Possibilities ran around in my head. Ideas, what-ifs. All making me think harder by the second. I was scared. If mum hated her, would that mean that she hated mum, and if she hated mum, and I was mum's daughter. Would that mean she hated me? Would she treat me like a maid? Questions continuously ran into my mind. No. I finally scolded myself. If Nanna said she was nice, then she was nice. I sighed and I went to Nanna's room. A nap would make me feel better. I yawned and then curled into a ball, and fell asleep in Nanna's room.

I awoke feeling slightly better. I lifted my head up, and looked at the clock.6pm, it read. I crawled out if bed and went downstairs. I grabbed my phone from the dining room table and went into the living room to watch some tv. I opened my phone up. 2 missed calls from an unknown number. Once at 4pm and once at 5:30pm. Following the calls was a text from the same number.

To: Stella Tommo

From: Unknown Number

Hello Stella. This is Jay, your aunt. Can you please call me ASAP? xx

I added her into my contacts and decided I would deal with her tomorrow, or maybe the day after that. She sounded a little tense, kinda proper. Too early to judge her though. I haven't even had a proper conversation, or met her in person yet. I surfed the channels and the settled down to watch an old episode of Friends. And then little by little, I fell into a slumber... Again.