Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 36

I've experienced multiple versions of pain.

The pain that shot through my heart was different and incomparable to the one I had when I went through the terrible phase of my self-harm.

No, the pain I experienced was too vigorous for me to stabilize my balance. A second later, my palms found the white, freezing tiles of the kitchen floor. 

Something wet dripped off my nose, probably a tear, and the noises that escaped my mouth filled the room with agony and triggered even more sobs from my mother.

A pair of hands found themselves under my arms and intending to lift me up. I wasn't sure whether the pair of hands was Michael of his dad, but it didn't matter to me.

All that mattered to me is the fact that I didn't believe what I have just heard.

Tripping over my own feet, I dashed along the hallway and climbed up the stairs, entering my room and throwing the door shut.

And that's where I stopped moving.

I stood there, clueless of what to do next. My eyes flickered around my room, trying with the last strength that I had to figure out how to contact my sister.

A trail of tears had formed beneath my chin that I wiped off carelessly. The laptop that I opened was dirty and dusty, almost as if I hadn't used it for a long while.

The last time I have used it was to skype my sister.

With shaky fingers, I clicked on the Skype-button and called my sister's contact. I let the melodic sound of the Skype call fill my room, but no one picked up.

The videocall was a shot in the dark. Of course she wouldn't pick up.

My heart was racing, and every muscle of my body tensed up as a new idea of how to find out more about my sister's death crossed my mind.

I opened a new tab and searched the news in the city where my sister lived. 

One article on the very front of the page popped in front of my eyes.

The word "accident" triggered another sob out of me, and I shut myself up by pressing my hand over my mouth tightly.

For the next minutes, or hours, I didn't remember because it all felt like an eternity, I spent trailing my eyes along the lines of the article over, and over again. 

According to what had happened, a drunk driver had hit the car from the front, flung the vehicle meters to the right into a nearby tree, and had killed both of the drivers inside the vehicle, my sister and my father.

The death of my father sparked another tear in my heart, but after I remembered what he had done to my sister, I shook my head and pressed my eyes shut, trying to let that terrible memory go.

My life had changed. I don't want to think about her or my father.

All I wanted was to become happier. But how could I without the most important person in my life?

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(A/N): Hey guys! I haven't updated in a while, sorry about that. But this book is slowly coming to an end because I started it back then in November 2015 and I seriously need to finish it. So, what I'm gonna do is update the chapters. I won't write as much for the last chapters. At one point, I will come back and edit the whole book, but as in right now, I will end this one halfheartedly and eventually edit it.

As in right now, I will put this story on completed. I'm not sure whether I'm gonna keep it like that or if I'm gonna add more stuff to it. But right now, I want to write other stories. So I will leave this one on completed and see whether I come back. 

Thank you for reading and sorry again, you guys. See you all and stay tuned. - Ally