Beautiful~

Chapter 1~

All I remember is pain. All I can see is a blur of all the memories. My pain is indescribable. My emotions are inexplicable. I don't want to feel. I want to stop feeling this horror. I want to forget each tear that has ran down my face. I remember each and every one. Each one represented the pain that makes a pit in my heart. I want my heart to stop feeling. And I want my humanity to go away. I'd rather be an emotionless zombie than have to experience this again and again. I'd rather die. Then I could be with them. I've been damned. My life has been screwed. Nothing is stopping me from throwing it all away. Nothing is keeping me from reaching rock bottom; if I haven't already fallen flat on my face. So, what's keeping me? This I do not know, and I must figure out. From that one moment, everything has been a blur. That moment...

It was a Sunday afternoon, nearly four days ago. It was just another typical summer day. I was at my Aunt Jenna's house while my parents were on a business trip out of state. They were on their way home. I was super excited, because I hadn't seen them in over two weeks. I couldn't wait to see their faces. I was going to surprise them with a home cooked gourmet dinner. I knew they would love that. But I never knew what was coming. I never expected what lay ahead.

"I'm going out dear!"  shouts Aunt Jenna as she puts down the phone abruptly. Her voice seemed to tremble. I don't pay much thought to it though. I continue planning my meal in the room over from the living room. I hear the door slam as Aunt Jenna exits the house. She'll probably be back in 30 minutes with my parents and groceries. Her fridge is always filled to the bare minimum. Good, I'll have more options. I hear a crash in Aunt Jenna's room. Uh-oh. I drop my pen and run to the other room. I find myself looking at a broken water glass on the hardwood floor and a cat strutting presumptuously. Crap. Aunt Jenna's prized cat is such a pain. Her name is Princess. It fits her quite well.

"Stupid cat!" I yell at Princess. She stares at me and hisses as if she understands. I start picking up the shiny shards of glass very carefully. I ponder about what I'll tell Jenna. Shit! A piece of glass punctured my hand and now blood is dripping on the floor. I run and get a band aid from the bathroom cabinet. Time is flying and I have to clean up the glass that is splattered on the floor.

I'm sure Aunt Jenna is going to laugh about this. Knowing her, she laughs at everything and doesn't get angry at much. I don't why, but it may be the fact she is a cancer survivor against all odds. I think she tries to live life to the fullest, because she isn't really supposed to have lived. I think YOLO has become her philosophy, and I don't blame her. Still, I wan't her house to be perfect. It's the least I can do for letting me stay here. I continue to picking up the glass, and then I sweep over the floor with a small broom. Done. I have to start my meal now. 

I'm making sauteed chicken and asparagus, with a simple soup on the side. It's going to be perfect. I put the chicken and asparagus on the pan to sit for a few minutes when I hear a car roll in. I expect it to be Aunt Jenna's clunker of a car, but it's the police. Is Aunt Jenna okay? I run outside to see a police man helping Aunt Jenna out of the car. She is sobbing and she looks like a train wreck. What's going on? Is she okay, or not? 

"Is she okay?!" I shout across the patio. Not one of the three officers look me in the face, or even respond. One looks right through me with a blank expression, like I'm a ghost.

I rush over to Aunt Jenna's side, and help her inside. Then I set the frying pan to the side of the stove, and turn off the heat. I'll have to continue dinner later. On that thought, where are my parents? Why did Aunt Jenna come home without anything?

"Where are they?" I ask blankly, staring right into my aunt's messy face. She looks at me, trembling. Now I realize that I asked the worst question possible, and that I'll regret it for the rest of my life. We all continued standing there awkwardly for about five minutes. That's when a police officer took a step forward and put a hand on my shoulder. 

"They've passed away in a car accident. We are truly sorry for your loss," He speaks with cracks in his voice. No, he's lying. I'm standing here silently when it sinks in: they're dead. It can't be true! He's lying! No! No! No! It can't be true, can it?

"You're lying! Shut up! This is just a dream! No! No! No! We're going to eat dinner together tonight and I'm going to hug them! You're all..."

That's all I remember. After that, it was all black. When I awoke, I was laying in a fluffy bed in a pool of my sweat. My head ached. I couldn't see clearly. And it was all a blur. Then I remembered faintly. It all hit me. It hit me and knocked me over. I couldn't see through the tears. I shouted and yelled. Aunt Jenna rushed in and  tried to lay me down. Then I passed out again.

When I woke up again, I was paralyzed in realization. And regret. In those moments, my world came crashing down. In those moments, I realized that my parents were dead.

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A/N: The attachment is a picture of what Evangeline would look like. Thanks, I hope you liked the first chapter.

~Audrey