Remembering Sunday [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: The Departing of an Innocent Soul

~~~First Sunday~~~

On the first Sunday of my Junior year, I woke up to the sounds of my Mom's crying. I got out of bed, and went into her bedroom. My Mom was the only one in the room.

"Oh no Mom, is Dad okay?" I probed looking around everywhere.

"Oh, your fathers fine . . . but your sister's not. Your sister's . . . dead." My Mom sobbed into her hands.

I looked at her confused. My sister? There's noway that could be true. Tia, my older sister, was the most careful person I knew. She had just left for collage a couple months ago, and now she's gone? That just can't be true, but unfortunately I had no other choice but to believe it.

"Wh-what happened?! How did sh-she die?" I stuttered, demanding to know.

"Tia was walking home after hanging out at her friends house, and there was a drunk driver. The driver just came out of nowhere and hit her. She didn't die away, but she died after a couple hours."

I just couldn't believe that, that could be true. We had made plans for after I graduate. We were going to move in together. She would be a Senior in College and I'd be a young and Naive Freshmen. She would take care of me and tell me how College is like. My sister was my role model. She was a straight A student and she was in almost every extra circular there was. She was in Nation Honors Society, Band, Cross Country, Track, Art, and she was her classes President. She was loved by everyone she knew and she was pretty. She had this glowing tan skin, brown hair, gray eyes, dimples that everyone found adorable, and a cute little button nose. She was a perfect daughter, and now all my parents had was me. I was barely able to maintain a 3.5 and the only extra circular I was in was Drama Club. I was pretty, but everyone said she was much prettier. I had the same skin tone, but my skin did not glow, and my hair was brown with some noticeable white hair. I had white hair from stress. Stress from always trying to be as good as my sister. I had a button nose and green eyes. I know there really isn't much of a difference between me and my sister, but according to everyone these little difference made all the difference in the world.

I was staring off into space. I wasn't crying, because believe it or not I couldn't cry. The only time I ever cried was when I was born. When I was forming in my Mom's womb my tear ducts didn't form completely, so I can't cry very often. Only when I am in serious emotional or physical pain.

"Evangeline, are you not crying?" My Mom looked up.

"Mom, you know I can't cry," I responded, looking outside the window.

"No, you can cry. You just have to care enough," My Mom retorted, she looked a bit crazy.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, furious as to what my own Mom was accusing me of.

"You obviously didn't care about your sister. I think you're actually happy she's gone." My Mom accused me of wishing my sister was dead.

"I cared about Tia! She seemed to be the only one that cared about me in this family. Why would I wish for the only person that cared for me to die?" I probed, I wasn't expecting a nice answer, but it was nice to get something off of my chest for once.

"Excuse me?! Your Father and I care about you very much!" My Mom stated.

"Oh really? Now Mom, tell me when was the last time you and Dad went to one of my Theatre productions?" I asked, I knew what the answer would be.

"You're in Theatre?" My Mom asked.

She was being serious. I knew she didn't know I was in theatre. Even though I had told my parents over and over if we had a performance that week. I even would buy tickets for them, but they just ended up going to waste.

"I rest my case! You guys always went to Tia's events! Whether it'd be a Marching Band competition, a Track Meet, a Cross Country meet, or an Art show! You guys always went. Why am I so different?"

"Well, maybe if you were a better student-" I interrupted her, "So what! I'm not in the top ten of my class! I'm in the top ten percent. Is that not good enough for you?" I pleaded. Nothing I ever did sufficed them. Ever.

My Mom was quite for once. I knew what that meant. She thought I wasn't good enough to be her daughter, Maybe I wasn't. Whatever, I didn't care. The one thing I wanted to do was leave that place. So, I did just that. I ran out of my parents room, and run to my room. I rummaged through all of my drawers, picking clothes. I was going to run away. My Mom knew what I was going to do, and yet she wasn't going to come and stop me. What a great Mother she is. I packed my suitcase with my valubles and my clothes. I found my life savings. $3,242, pretty good right? I had been saving up money ever since I was 5, and my Aunt Margret in New York always liked me better than Tia. Aunt Margret was a rich Fashion designer, so I always got nice clothes and lots of money for my birthdays, and Christmas.

I ran down stair and reached for my keys, but my Dad stopped me.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" My Dad asked me, I could tell that he had been crying. Even though he wasn't showing me his face.

"I'm going," I responded, trying not to make it sound like I was running away.

"Okay sweetie. Just drive safely. I don't want you to leave us too," My Dad cried a little, so I went over and gave him one last hug. I didn't hate my Dad. Although he never came to one of my performances he knew I was in theatre, and I know he made an attempt to come to one. He came at the end of our performance of Beauty and The Beast, and gave me flowers. He tried to convince me that he was there the whole time, but I remember not seeing him in the audience. It was going to be hard abandoning him, but I'm sure I could still write to him.

I said bye to him one more time, and I loaded up my car. I was surprised he didn't notice my suitcase. Maybe he was just so sad it made him oblivious to anything. I know what I'm doing to my Dad is bad, but I just can't live like this anymore. I started the car, and I was off. I looked at the Gas Gauge. It was almost empty so I drove to a gas station. I still had the Credit Card my parents gave me, so I guess I'll use it for gas until they cancel it. One thing now, where would I go?