Pacing, Ashley looked over at me, seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks. "It's gonna be okay, Scar. They're gonna be fine," she said reassuringly, but I could sense the doubt in her voice.
They're not gonna be fine, I thought to myself. She was so worried about me, about what was gonna happen to me, where I was gonna go if our parents didn't come out of that hospital.
I stared up at the white ceiling of the hospital and closed me eyes. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, they're gonna be fine, I told my self over and over again.
Waiting was the worst part. Waiting for an answer to whether our parents were dead or alive. An old man with a very sad, serious face came out of a room at the end of a hallway and said, "Miss Ashley Richards, can I please speak to you in private?" She nodded and followed him.
I then realised that I was biting my lip so hard it was bleeding. I waited a few minutes, and Ashley came out of a room, sobbing. "Scar, they-they didn't make it." I wrapped my arms around her and let myself cry. All I could feel was tears rolling onto my cheeks and Ash squeezing me. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. My parents were dead.
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Teen FictionScarlett Richards, an awkward yet stunning sixteen year old, moved in with her nineteen year old sister in Thornburg, Pennsylvania, after their parents died in a car crash. She's now attending Thornburg High, where two girls fight over who gets to b...
