Danielle’s point of view.
I couldn’t stand being in that house. There’s too many memories. Way too many. Clenching Sarah’s car keys, I hopped into her car and just drove. For what felt like hours. It felt nice to get away to be honest. Despite the fact that I had been in that house for at least 5 minutes, I felt like crawling into a whole and bursting into tears. I don’t understand why it’s so damn hard for me to be in that house. My parents died 12 years ago yet it feels like it was yesterday. I could still see my father in the hospital, pale, weak, and fragile. I could still see the flames eating my mother's face.I can still hear my sister's cries, and my brothers shouting orders.
I was the only survivor. I had lost everything that day all because I wanted to bake my mom a cake for her birthday. I never thought the cake would...
I shook of the thought, once I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks.
I need a smoke, I thought.
I dug in my pocket, and smiled once I pulled out a cigarette.
“Hello old friend,” I mumbled as I sat that bad boy on fire and popped it into my mouth. I immediately relaxed. I closed my eyes as I exhaled but shot them open once I heard car horns behind me.
***
Around 3:36 I pulled into Walmart. We need items such as toilet paper, bath materials, and etc. I probably looked like a total freak in my maid costume, crazy blonde hair, bloodshot blue eyes, and I’m pretty sure I had raccoon eyes thanks to my crying and stupid make-up. I also probably reeked of cigarettes too. I also must of looked weird because I was dumping random crap into my cart. I wasn’t even paying attention to what I was putting inside the cart, I just knew I’d need everything considering there’s going to be 5 girls and 5 boys living in a house that had been abandoned for years.
I didn’t have to worry about money. I’m rich. I got all the cash my parents, and both grandparents had had.
And I had been the reason for all of their deaths.
And they all died because of me.
I closed my eyes and tried to shake off the painful memory.
***
2 hours later, I was on my way back... to the house with a lifetime supply of stuff needed to survive except food. I needed more room for that.
I walked inside the house, chills running up my spine as I did so. I searched for the girls so they could help me bring the stuff inside. I found the 5 boys, pacing my brother's old room the 5 were talking silently about something. I couldn’t tell by their hushed tones.
“Um, erg. Do you guys mind helping me with the bags and stuff? I went grocery shopping,” I asked.
“I’ll help,” Liam and Louis said simultaneously as the others hesitated.
“Thanks,” I said flashing them a smile.
“I’ll help also!” Harry called.
“Count me in!” Niall agreed.
“Come on then,” I said, walking down the stairs, the 4 other boys heavy footsteps echoed the empty house. Once we were outside, I unlocked the doors and opened the trunk.
“Let’s start bringing this crap inside,” I stated.
