Family-CutiePieMarzia and PewDiePie(4)

Chapter 24

AN: so...this story will probably exceed 30 chapters..

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Marzia POV

*a few days later*

The words hit me like a bullet, sending tears streaming down my face. The phone hit the floor with a bang. More tears. The words...the words she said...I shook my head, trying to get it out of my head. It can't be true! It can't be! I squeezed my eyes shut. The phone was still on and the nurse was shouting, trying to get me to listen. But it was impossible. She shouted louder, almost making the phone break. In the end, I had to begin talking again.

"Okay..Marzia...I know it's a shock, but you need to remain calm." Calm? How the heck could I remain calm in a time like this! Before she could say anything else I hung up. My life was quickly going downhill again. After Stepahno died, I was depressed for weeks. Then I had the twins, so I cheered up a bit...but...But now...I'm slowly going back to that depression again. My hands automatically rubbed the scars on my wrist. They where still embedded there, forever. Suddenly, I felt someone's hand on me.

"Marzia Wha-what happened?" It was Emma. "I heard you crying so-yea..." The tears pricked my eyes again, threnting to fall over. Felix was in Sweden for the next , because he had to see his family about something. So it's just been me and Emma for the last few days. It's been quite fun actully. Making videos, watching horror movies, me failing at guitar. I took a deep, shaky breath, and told her what happened...what the nurse told me over the phone.

"My-My family, Mother and brother...d-died. They where coming home from the school...and there-there was oil on the road. They smashed over the blocker thingy and fell 50 feet onto the ground below. They survived, but when they got out the car they tired to find the nearest home or town. While they where walking, there was a lose electrical line. My brother stepped on it...then-then when my mother ran across the road he was by...a lorry...she didn't stand a chance." By now, I was hysterical. Sobs racked my whole body, jerking it in awful positions. Slowly, Emma pulled me up, and gently took me to the sofa. Where she just held me as I sobbed.

After about 10 minites, I somehow calmed down enough to talk. But it came out in a mumble, and I really couldn't be bothered too. I wonder what it must've been like...dying. First seeing your son die, running out into a road then getting hit. It's crazy!! For some reason though the lorry driver just moved the body. And drove away. Judging by their corpses, they where a fortnight old. How had my father not have noticed? Even though he didn't live with them, he must've found it strange that they didn't call!

"Hey Marzia..." Emma said, making me jump. "Go and see your dad...he-he might need you.."

"It's just that...I can't. You see my dad has been addicted to drugs, alcohol and gambling since I was born...he hardly knows who the heck I am..." The tears pricked my eyes again.

"At least phone him...my parent split up when I was 12, and I lived with my dad...I sometimes thought that my mum never cared for me, but she did...please...at least say what happened..." She passed me my phone. There was now a large, thin line running down the middle. Great. Just flipping great.

Shakily, I pressed in the numbers. After a few rings, he picked up. By the sound of his voice, I could tell that, for once, he hadn't been drinking. Also, he knew it was me as soon as I spoke.

"Oh Marzia...you've heard the news about your mother and brother haven't you.." He said.

"Y-yes...anyway...have-have you been drinking much?" It was a risk asking, but hopefully he wouldn't mind.

"No, none at all. I stopped about a month ago. I still have a few drinks every few nights, but I'm pulling though...it's just...When I saw them dead, laying there. I knew you needed me Marzia...now you're my only freaking child!! You may be 21, but your still my baby..." For the rest of the phone call, all we talked about was how not having a mum or a brother was gonna affect me. As soon as I hung up, I hugged Emma so hard I almost killed her.

"Whoa. Easy there.." She said, pretending to slap me.

"Thanks you so much!" That's all I said. And I meant it.

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Hope you enjoyed.

BTW! The multimedia is what Marzia felt when she found out her parents died.