It was a beautiful Sunday morning the day of July 1st. The birds were chirping loudly, the sun was shining, and it was my sixteenth birthday. It was also the day my parents died.
They say that death isn't something that you see coming your way. No, death catches you so fast its as fast as a bullet plumeting into a deers body as it's shot by it's hunter. Death makes you have feelings you never knew you could feel. Death crushes your soul bit by bit, piece by piece, until all of you is washed away and gone from the real world forever.
I was laying on my bed that morning when I got the call. My face was buried into my fluffy blue pillow, my eyes slightly closed enjoying the peace the morning was bringing. My eyes shot open when my phone started playing Katy Perry's annoying song "Roar." I groaned before looking at the screen. It was an unknown number. Who in there right mind would be calling me at eight in the freaking morning?
"Hello," I grumbled clearly annoyed. "Hello, is this Jessica McCarthy," a sophisticated male sounding voice said back to me. I sat up in my bed slowlly and said, "Yes, this is her. Who are you?" The voice on the other side sighed a little to dramatically before saying, "My name is Dr Anderson. I regret to inform you that your parents were in a devestating car accident this morning and didn't make it. I'm sor--"
I quickly hung up the phone and wrapped my arms around my body. This had to be an evil late April Fools joke. I felt a sob itching its way up the back of my throat but I held it in. My parents were NOT dead. I couldn't help myself to believe that they were.
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I pulled up outside of St Louis Hospital around ten o'clock. I pulled a crumpled twenty dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to the cab driver. "Have a nice day," he managed to grunt out before speeding out of the parking lot nearly running over my foot. Asshole. I made my way inside the doors spotting the reception desk immediately. I waltzed over where the stupid desk lady was on the phone. "....yeah, I mean, he was cute and all but like it was just for fun. I mean who has sex for love nowadays?" I coughed loudly pointedly looking at her. "Listen, James. I'm going to have to call you back. There's a little brat at the desk.." Little? Bitch, who you calling little? I am 16. "Yeah, okay. What do you need help with, kid?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "Listen slut. I just need to talk to Dr Anderson. Then, you can go back to talking about your sex life. K? Thanks. Now where is Dr Anderson?" She opened her mouth slightly appalled that I had the nerve to talk to her like that. "I'm waiting," I shouted. She quickly gabbed her stupid phone thing and mumbled into the speaker, "Dr Anderson to reception." "Yeah, thanks," I grumbled before going and planting my butt in one of the chairs. I was getting impatient after sitting there for almost ten minutes and was about to go yell at the damn reception one more time when a tall, muscular man with pitch black hair and small framed glasses that were perched up high on his nose walked out.
He walked over to the reception desk slowly, talking to the bitch of a reception. He looked over in my direction when said bitch pointed at me. He nodded before walking over to me. "Hello. I'm Dr Anderson. Did you need to see me for something," he asked me with a huge smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm Jessica McCarthy. You called me earlier about my parents being in a deadly car accident and I just wanted to tell you that playing jokes like that isn't even funny. So have a nice day." I went to walk away when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, a sad smile now resting on his face. He had a sad look on his eyes when he told me, "It wasn't a joke Jessica. They were going on I-80 when a semi truck moved into their lane. They swerved out of the way to avoid being hit, but the car ended up rolling at least six times before landing in the field. Your mother was holding this in her hands when they got to the scene. I'm sorry." He pulled a white box out of his pocket and handed it to me. My eyes welled up with tears and before I knew it they were streaming down my cheeks. I slowly pulled off the lid to the box and gasped when I saw what was inside. A silver necklace shaped like a heart that had a pearl in the middle was in the box next to a small piece of paper. I pulled out the paper with shakey hands and began to sob uncontrollably when I read it.
Our dearest Jessica on your 16th birthday. We love you with all of our hearts. Happy Birthday sweetheart. Love, Mom and Dad.
I sunk to the ground slowly, sobbing. My parents were dead. They died getting my birthday present. They were dead because of me.
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Alright guys. So first chapter is up. I'm actually really proud of this. It's not as short as my chapters usually are. So, I mean thats actually really good. If there is spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes I'm sorry. I tried to catch as many as I could. My computer keys are uncontrollaly sticky for some god awful reason so yeah. Ha ha. Anyways. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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-Alyssa.
