Many people believe that things happen by coincidence. This is not the case, as there is no such thing as coincidence, but rather inevitability. You cannot escape such things; as they have been planned, plotted, and executed.
You can't run away your fate, no matter how dearly or hard you try.
"Do you believe me to be daft? I told you, I'm not interested!" yelled the young woman at her phone, before hanging up.
That's it, she thought, when are these people going to learn that I don't care about their stupid propositions? She huffed before plopping down on the couch nearest to her.
Ever since she quit her most recent job, she had been called repeatedly by companies offering a job to her. They weren't impressive propositions, but decent nonetheless. Although she was grateful for the offers, she just wanted time to herself, and what better way to accomplish this than to sit around and do nothing for a couple of weeks? Better yet, without having to worry about a job waiting for her at the end of this 'vacation'.
With a sigh, she snuggled deeper into the couch, getting comfortable. "I can get used to this," she muttered into the pillow. She could lay here as long as she wanted and wouldn't be bothered, unless the phone decides to ring again.
"Why can't I get a phone call from someone I want to talk to?" she muttered again, thoughts of her parents entering her head. Her mother would always call her, and when asked why, her response would be: "to keep my daughter from getting lonely." The thought left the young woman saddened; it had been nearly three years since both of her parent's deaths. Though they weren't her real parents, she missed them as though they were. The young woman was adopted; a lady had found her and brought her to an orphanage when she was a newborn.
Of course, she doesn't remember any of this because she was a newborn, but she was told by her adopted parents. Even if they were not related by blood, she loved her parents as though they were her real ones.
It was those parents who "went missing all that time ago. The memory of their death was not something she would forget.
They had vanished and the authorities never found a body. All they found was a massive amount of blood, which after analyzed was found to belong to her adopted mother and father. The young woman rolled over, barely stopping herself from falling off of the couch. She stared at the wall, thoughts still on her adoptive parents.
There had been so much blood on the walls, the carpet, even on the ceiling. She was 16 when she witnessed this. When she saw the scene, she ran out of the house, barely holding in her vomit. She called 911 as soon as she stopped shaking.
She had been the one to discover it while going to see them. They had stopped calling her and she was worried, and decided that a visit was in order. But nothing ever seems to go as planned.
After the chaos from their death settled down two weeks later, she was approached by a lawyer. Her parents had a will, and in it, they stated that most of the things that belonged to them were to be given to her. She could not imagine why she got everything, as she had an older sister that was actually related to them by blood. But she wasn't going to question her parents' judgment.
When she visited her parent's house, which was now hers, she couldn't even look at it; memories of the blood wouldn't go away. So, with much regret, she removed all of the furniture and had the big house demolished. She didn't want to keep it for sentimental value; it only caused her bad memories. The land was then used for something she deemed useful. She had never spoken of what it became to anyone, except one person, and she trusted him greatly.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making the woman fall off of the couch and breaking her from her thoughts. She laid there for a few seconds recovering, not bothering to flick her long, dark-coloured hair out of her face.
