The One

Chapter 2: The Meet

September 2017

It's been a just over a year since my parents were murdered. They still have not figured out who was behind the murders. But, I have faith that they will.

I do still go visit their graves every Saturday and I lay 2 white roses, since they were always in the house when my parents were alive, and I sit and talk to them.

I also will sit and write my music, on the little hill where their gravestones are, overlooking our town. My favorite time to go is early Saturday mornings, when the fog is still hovering just above the grass so still and untouched, so peaceful.

That peace and quiet helps me to remember all of the good times I shared with my parents.

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Ever since the passing of my parents, people treated me like I was a fragile flower that would break any moment. So I basically just shut everyone out so I wouldn't be bothered.

The only person who I didn't shut out was Casey, and that's because even if I tried he would never leave me alone. 

To be quite honest I am actually happy he didn't let me pus me away because I never would have gone to school or anywhere for that matter. He is my best friend and like the only family I have left.

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Last year I had spent a good 3 months fighting courts for my emancipation and I finally got it which was good because it helped me move out of Casey's house.

However, it was kind of hard living in the house I grew up in without my parents. I mean don't get me wrong I love that having the house left to me, fully paid off, helped me get emancipated but it sucks knowing I will be living there all alone.

But, anyway I have a pretty good paying job, so I can pay the merely $142.36 for the utilities. 

Also I don't really have to spend that much on groceries out of pocket, because after my parents passed everyone that was a really close friend of theirs or were our neighbors, started sending me gift cards to grocery stores.

It's really nice but also it's also a burden just because it's another reminder of what I no longer have.

Ms. Robin, my next door neighbor, is always picking up groceries for me when she goes grocery shopping for herself. She has been one of my strongest relationships since my parents.

She always is making sure I'm okay. Even on the worst night she comes over and comforts me when I have my occasional breakdowns.

But, don't judge me, it's because it's still hard.

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09/05/17 6:00am

I turn over to turn off my alarm that is going off. Unfortunately I have to go to school. 

Being known as the girl who lost both her parents sucks, but honestly I don't really give a shit anymore.  

I have Casey in school which is great, we normally take turns picking each other up to go to school, because that's just what we do.  

It is a wet and rainy Tuesday morning and to be honest I liked the rain so that made me smile as I rolled out of bed.

I then make my way to my bathroom, stopping in the hall to look down and see my parents bedroom door.

I haven't touched it since they died so everything is still the same in there. When I got to move back in to the house when my emancipation, the first thing I did was walk upstairs and close their door.