RED.

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*Red*

A dark endless void.

That's exactly how my world has been ever since that horrific accident that stole my parents and also my sight.

And now the memories come flooding back as vividly like it was just yesterday...

"It wouldn't take much for you to just make a U-turn back to the house-like we aren't that far off" I sulked, folding my arms and looking out the window, watching as the scenery zipped by, wondering why my parents were such heartless inconsiderate monsters and what I'd done to deserve them.

"You're being very irrational Red, we can always get you the same or even far superior art materials, plus it's your fault not ours that you were too busy hanging out with friends to make sure all your things were packed up and ready.

Contrary to what you might believe, the world does not revolve around you and we are indeed far off and our agent told us the next family is moving in this very day so we can't actually turn back even if we wanted to. Apart from that, you understand that we have to move away from here as quickly as possible because of the nature of my job, work starts first thing tomorrow morning and it's not something that I would want to miss"

My papà could be said to be something of a workaholic, he always took his job seriously.

Work came before everything and everyone and that included my mother and I.

It hurt before, little Red always screamed the house down and cried her little heart out when daddy didn't show up at the school play or some other affair but she later on sucked it in and moved on with life.

It's not that he wasn't there but that he couldn't be there all the time and there were times where he had to leave us to attend to his job.

And do you want to know what the funny thing is/was?

Okay I'll tell you.

I did/do not have a clue of what his job was.

My 10 year old self used to think he was some secret government official like James Bond and the kind.

Every time I asked what he did he'd give me one of his secret smiles and tell me that so far money was coming in and we sort off lived a charmed life then why worry about what I do for a living?

I obviously didn't really see eye to eye with my father on that topic so me being the inquisitive little demon I was, I asked my mum.

Surprisingly her answer was the same.

Albeit less subtle and more dismissive.

"Il mio bambino, what your father does for a living is not your concern. So far as there's food on the table and there are no run-ins with the law you should not trouble yourself so. Now eat your lettuce"

My present day self doesn't really care at all.

"But I don't want any other...I want the ones I've got!" I glared at the back of her head, not liking the fact that she was so calm and unaffected while I was the one working myself into a frenzy.

"For crying out loud Red what are you? Five? Stop acting like spoiled little brat and keep quiet if you know you can't say anything meaningful. Let your father concentrate on the road and not your childish tantrums, ragazza stupida", Her heavy Italian accent drawing out the words in one long lazy drawl.

And like that I lost my cool.

"You aren't the one that left something behind so you have no idea what I'm feeling right no-"