The Best I Can Do

Too Much

Chapter Two:

Silver's P.O.V:

Aunt Katherine opened the door to my new room and walked in with my suitcase. I looked around as she swung my suitcase onto the queen size bed. 

The room was too bright, it didn't match me at all. 

"Erin."

I turned around and looked at Aunt Katherine.

"Honey," she stepped towards me and put her hands on my shoulders.

Immediately, I was uncomfortable. 

"I am so sorry. I can't imagine how hard it is for you. I-I...they loved you very much." her voice broke. I watched as she fought the tears from her sad eyes.

I nodded, and she let me go. I walked over to the window, eyeing the dark curtains, and looked out at my new neighborhood. 

The neighborhood I saw was too perfect. 

Too clean. 

The yards of grass perfectly cut and shaped. Bushes and trees cut just right so that they didn't hang into the other yards.

I saw some of the neighbors conversing on the sidewalks, smiling too wide. Too happy.

It was too much. 

"The hospital said you hadn't spoken since...since what happened." She waited for me to respond.

I don't want to be here. 

When I didn't say anything, she sighed quietly and told me that dinner will be ready soon and to come down whenever I'm ready.

As soon as I heard the door click shut, I turned away from the window and shut the curtains to darken the room.

Matches me better this way.

I set my suitcase down on the floor and laid down on my new bed, staring up at the ceiling.

My "new" bed. My "new" room. My "new" home. My "new" life. 

I closed my eyes, but they flew open again after I saw brief flashes of my mother's and father's face. I rolled over and my eyelids fluttered shut, but I shot up out of the bed as I saw them again. 

Breathing hard, I ran over to the curtains and ripped them open. Light filled the room again, and I sank to the floor. I wrapped my arms around my legs and put my head down on my knees, cowering in on myself.

Not long after, I jumped when I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Erin?"

 I immediately straightened and walked towards the door. I opened it, and there stood my beloved uncle, worry and desperation written all over his face.

"Erin." His arms wrapped around me, and he caressed my hair. 

Slowly, my arms rose and wrapped themselves around him. I was suddenly comforting him.

"Erin...my God, I'm so sorry. They loved you so much. I hate that you had to see it. I'm so sorry...so sorry..." he mumbled into my hair. His arms tightened around me. 

After a while, I tapped his back, silently asking him to let me go. He muttered apologies as he stepped back and wrapped his arms around himself. He suddenly looked really old, the long years and news of grief taking a toll on him.

His grey eyes rose to mine, and the same look my aunt gave me passed his face. The sympathetic look they all give you when you lose someone. The one that makes you crazy.