A Real Roger Rabbit Situation (Oli x Reader) (TheOrionSound x Reader)

Chapter One

You pulled your beanie further down over your eyes, doing your pre-performance excercises as you normally would. You were wearing your favorite Christmas jumper, a beautiful red colour with green and silver glittery writing that said 'Naughty with a Hint of Nice' across the front in a gorgeous cursive font. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply through your nose, exhaling through your mouth three times before doing the same thing, though humming instead of exhaling. You slowly swayed from side to side with your arms outstretched, legs crossed to help loosen up your body. Then you slowly lifted yourself off the floor, pulling your beanie off and doing your hair. You then slipped your beanie back on and called your mother. It went straight to voicemail. You tried, again...voicemail. You tapped your chin, confused. You then heard your manager call for the fifteen minute refresher. As you rolled your neck around and did a few more vocal exercises, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You reached for it with one hand and your other hand caught it out of the air as you had pulled it out too swiftly with a grip that was too loose and it almost hit the floor. You recovered fast enough, glad nobody was in the room to see.
"Is this Mrs. (Y/L/N)?" You heard a professional yet tentative voice on the other end of the line.

You cleared your throat slightly whilst swiftly moving the speaker of the phone away from you before placing it back in its previous position, "Yes, ma'am, who is this?" The lady on the other line hesitated before replying, "This is Nurse Joy. I regret to inform you that your parents were in an accident with a drunk driver. They died upon impact. We have them here at the hospital if you'd like to see them." I swallowed the lump in my throat as the tears poured out of my eyes. "Yes, please tell me where to go."

After the nurse gave me the address to the hospital they had been admitted I ran as fast as I could to the director and explained the situation. He said he'd handle the audience, and I set off running as fast as I could, knowing that it was pointless to rush yet too frantic to care. I was in disbelief. My parents may not have been the greatest, but they were my only grounding rock in an otherwise chaotic life. They were at every stage event they could manage, whether it be an independent show of my own or a competition I entered. What were you to do once the only constant thing in your life were to suddenly vanish? All of your friends lived in the U.K., so there's nobody to seek comfort in. The rest of your family had pretty much disowned you, deeming your career choices distasteful. You arrived at the hospital and turned on your heel sharply, almost flying over the front desk in your haste and taking a deep breath before explaining who you were. They led you to a back room with tables and white sheets with what seemed to be the shapes of humans underneath them. She took you to two particular tables sat next to each other and peeled both sheets away to reveal your parents' faces, ghostly white and devoid of life, lying peacefully in a sleep you refused to believe would last forever. You broke down and fell to the ground, your knees giving way beneath you as tears stream down your face. You chant 'no' over and over again like a mantra, unable to believe your eyes and praying it was all some twisted dream. You were alone. There wasn't a single person on the continent you lived on you could go to. You gathered yourself and kissed each of them, deciding then and there that you wanted both of them cremated. They were both very young, having had you at the tender young age of 14 and 16. They didn't have a will or anything yet, so it was up to you to decide what to do. You wanted them each cremated and were going to take a bit of ash from each and enclose it in a single heart locket made of red-tinted glass that your mother had given you for your 20th birthday. Then you can keep them with you wherever you go. You remembered them talking about wanting to be left somewhere where it would be special to them, and an idea came to you. Half of the rest of their ashes would be dumped in the river next to the place of their first honeymoon. The other half would then be put in two separate matching urns with their names engraved on them with the dates of their birth and death. These conclusions weren't all drawn whilst standing next to your parents, mind you, but rather after a week of not leaving your room and talking with your best friend, Lizzie. Then the time came and you sent them off, and they each came back in the handmade urns you'd designed and had made toward the beginning of the week. You did as you'd promised, taking some of them out with a scoop and placing them in a small white pouch where you then went to the place of their ultimate happiness. Releasing them there was the hardest thing you had and would ever do. You put a bit of them in your locket and sealed it, placing the locket around you neck. You then sealed the urns, never to be opened again.
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