Day 30 of Hell

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(Author/Note:Erin's Backstory)

*flashback*

·Erin·

I Was Dressed in The Simple But Elegant Clothes

I was Currently Wearing This Grey Shirt, With My Cream White Sweater With Some Jeans.

Not Elegant, But it Looks Simple and Fine.

*Ping!* My Phone Buzzed

A Message. Who is It.

It was In My Section Group Chat.

-Man, I wonder Why is Erin so Aloof. Or uncaring. I can't Imagine to see what happened in the past- A Guy Said

-You know She Is Here.- The other guy said And Sighed

Oh.

*flashback*

February 10, 2004 (Erin's 3rd Birthday)

"Where's Mommy? What's Happening to Her? I Would like To talk to Mommy. " I asked Innocently

"S-she's" My Dad Said As Tears Are Rushing Down His Cheeks

I was Shocked

My Eyes Widened

"Will She be Back?" I asked Mortified

"She's Dead Erin. Dead.." My dad Started To Sob

"Why... She Has A lot of Work to Do, She Can't Sleep! And Stop Putting Dirt on Mommy!"
I Shouted

"Erin, You Must Understand, When People Die, They Can't Wake Up." My Brother Said

I was shock to learn the truth of life

My Brother, Was 7 at The Time, 4 years Older than Me

"No.. It's Not True!" I Shouted Back

"Do You Understand?! Mom Isn't Gonna Be Back. She's Gone." My Brother Snapped at me

I won't Let this Happen Again. Not this Time Again

The Next Day...

"Dad! Where are You going?! Don't Leave!" I Shouted

My Brother was On Our couch that time.. Looking Pretty Guilty

"Don't Leave Us!" I said

And the Door Slammed Shut.

My Dad Said He was Going to Canada, Our Half Home Land.

He Was Staying there for Good.

To work.

"Dad Left and Mom Left! Just Wow! Even We don't Have anymore Relatives! They All died from The same Old Sickness!
What are we Gonna Do Now Huh?!" My Brother Ranted

"I.. Don't Know." I replied

"It'd About time We Start Worrying About Us And Be Independent!" My Brother Shouted

"Sure. Okay! It was My Birthday Yesterday!' And I Get This!?" I Shouted Back

That Shutted him Up

I Did The Dishes, And The Chores, for Now On Since Then

My Brother just Cooked for Us.

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