6 Months

Death 0.8

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I am so mad about my grandparents not giving me money. I stormed through the apartment when I was ready with everything and made myself a bowel of cereal. "Do you have to make so much noise?" Cobain asked annoyed while yawning.

I turned around to face him and scoffed. "I'm leaving soon. You can have the apartment to yourself again," I told him and finished off my cereal.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" Cobain asked with a smirk. "Time of the month?" He then winked.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag from the couch. I accidently left it there when we were trying to save Mrs. Fetcher's cat. "Do you have to be so annoying?" I questioned him.

Cobain just shrugged in reply. "I guess," He said not really thinking much about it. I stormed out of the apartment and went straight to my car. I took a pack of cigarettes out of the compartment draw and lit one up. I made my way straight to my grandparents out. Once I parked neatly on the side of the road I got out and chucked my cigarette on the floor before locking the car and storming over to the front door.

I knocked loud enough for the whole street to hear me. When I didn't get a reply I knocked louder. "I know you're in there!" I screamed through the letter box. I took a step back from the door and peered through the living room window. Nobody was in there so I decided to ring the door bell instead. Finally when the open I was face to face with my Grandad. "Where's Grandma?!" I snapped at my Grandad as I pushed past him and into the house. "I need to speak to the both of you!" I said storming through the house looking everywhere for my Grandma.

I looked around in the kitchen because she's normally in there making the best brownies known to man. When I didn't see her in there and went back to the hallway. "She's gone," I heard my Grandad say as I looked up the stairs.

I turned to face him. "What do you mean she's gone? You two always transfer money into my account and you haven't done it for this month!" I snapped. Where would she have gone to? I hope it's somewhere with wifi so she can transfer the money quickly. I need that money. I'm broke. I don't even have a job at age twenty-two. How bad is that? That's why I depend on my Grandparents. They wanted to do it this way. It was their choice. They should really think about commiting to it.

"She's dead," He then said looking like he was about to tear up. I took a step back. What?

I stared back at him in disbelief. She can't be dead. Not now. "W-what?" I stuttered out. "When did she-" I cut myself not wanting to know. This was the woman I looked up to. She was the only woman that treated me like her actual daughtr because my real mother didn't bother looking after me.

"A few days ago," He said before the room fell silent.

I noticed how bad he looked. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was in a mess. "Are you okay?" I slowly asked him. I knew it was a stupid question to ask, but it was probably the right thing to ask. To show that I cared. I stared down at the floor. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" I followed my Grandad into the living room.

Grandad sighed and sat down on the couch. "I'm sure Kelsie tried getting in touch with you. She stayed the night here last night and kept me company," He said while he ran a hand through his hair. I sat down next to him and gave him a side hug. "The funeral's tomorrow morning," He told me making me tear up.

I shook my head. "I just can't believe it," Grandad brushed my hair out of my face and gave me a weak smile. "She meant everything to all of us. Why did she have to go?" I began to sob and Grandad wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest. I could hear his heart beating. It was too rapid for someone at his age. I was worried about him. I didn't want him to go as well. I couldn't lose another person dear to my heart.