Surviving the Walker Brothers

Chapter one

Just in case you didn't read the authors note in the first page I am a terrible writer and this should be interesting. Also I really like this song and I feel like it kinda matches Holly's feelings in this chapter. 

Numb.  That's all I felt. Two days ago my parents and my best friend died in a car accident after their car was rammed into and sent spinning into a tree. My mum, my dad and my sister. Gone. And I'll never be able to get them back because of that stupid drunk driver.

I've been spending these past two days locked up in my room just crying, weeping and screaming at the person who had it out for me to take away the three closest people in my life.

Out of the blue there was a knock at my door. Slowly I creeped to it and opened it to see a lady around my mothers age standing there. With red puffy eyes and dry tear marks on her face.

She introduced herself as Mary, my mothers best friend and now my guardian. She told me that I would be living with her and her family on a small farm on the outskirts of another town.

I ended up letting Mary into my room and instantly broke down. "Holly, it's going to be ok" she said trying to calm me down. But I knew it wasn't. I'm going to be living in a strangers home with her family. Well not technically a stranger I had met Mary a few times previously.

After about 5 minuets I had calmed down enough to start packing my bags but with silent tears still dripping down my face. About an hour later I had packed everything I wanted to take with my into my bags and went around the house looking for other things I wanted to take. While wondering around the hallway I found the stair case to my sisters room.

Slowly climbing the stairs to by sisters room I opened the door and all of the memories came flooding back, all of the good times, all of the times we had together. Her room was still full of personality from her purple walls, to her cork board filled with the exact same pictures mine was but with a few unique ones. Her bed was still perfectly made never to be slept in again. And her dresser held her jewellery, makeup and a picture from our 12th birthday with me looking at the camera and her with her arms wrapped around my shoulders and also looking at the camera.

Hesitating I picked up the framed image and held onto planning on taking it with me. Turning around to her bookcase I found more pictures of me and her as well as a painting we did together that said "Holly and Amy together forever". And that was what brought me to tears. For the millionth time that day I sobbed my heart out. All of the good memories, all of the sad ones, all of the happy one and all of the hairlarious ones came to my mind. It was like watching a movie of my life.

I felt arms wrap around me. I instantly knew it was Mary. It felt so much like my mother was hugging me even though I knew it wasn't her. I wouldn't be able to feel her hugs anymore. Because she was gone.

After about 5 minuets in that position Mary stood up and said "it's probably time we leave, we don't want to miss your flight". I nodded, agreeing with her and picked myself up off of the wooden floor, heading out the door and closing it behind me taking one last look at her name painted onto the plain white door.

I head to my room, pick up my bags and take one more look around to make sure I wouldn't forget anything, and headed  to the car where Mary was already sitting in the drivers seat waiting for me.