Life as it is

Never be the same

Mia's POV

The sun was over my eyes again once more. Ugh. I put hand hand over my eyes and noticed that I was wearing a sweater. Why do I have this on? I pondered. Then I took a moment to realize and the memories came flooding back in. I slowly pulled my sleeves up. There were about 20 gashes on each arm, but only a few were deep. There was dried up blood still on me, an aftermath of trying to attempt to stop the bleeding. I decided I should get up and take a shower so that I could wash off the remains of the blood. When I got up my body began aching everywhere. Owwww , I said aloud. Ignoring the pain, I walked to my shower. It's days like these that I am grateful for my own bathroom.

When I got out I put on a Pink sweatshirt, some black leggings, and fuzzy socks. I looked at myself in the mirror and started thinking. I'm not the skinnest girl in the 8th grade, but I sure am not fat. I keep an average weight with a height of 5'2. Never once has a guy asked me out, so I don't consider myself "pretty". But I don't need a guy to say if I'm pretty or not. I know I ain't.

I walked downstairs to go feed the cat outside. We don't have a cat ourselves, but there was always a cat in our backyard lurking for food. So I always called it my cat. It wasn't there today.... weird. Whatever. I walked into my kitchen to find a note on the table.

"Me and your mother are on our way to the doctor. We will be back in an hour or so, if we're not back within an hour, call us. Xoxo' -Dad and Mom

Ok then. I stated the coffee maker. I Loved coffee, even though I wasn't allowed to have any.
"Too bad," I said, "I'm not supposed to sneak out at night either yet I do."
Once my coffee was done, I went with it to the living room and started watching TV. I wanted to watch that funny show again. What was it called? Lacking Jokers? Comedy Jokesters? I forgot it. Dang it. After unsuccessfully trying to find it, I turned off the TV and went off my Mac. Tumblr was still open, but I wanted to watch YouTube, so I closed it and put on Shane Dawson conspiracy videos. As usual, these videos were creepy but cool, and it made me question life.

It was around 1:30pm and I began to worry. My parents hadn't come home yet. They said they would be back in an hour, but that was at 10. I decided to call them. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message

"Hey Dad? It's me Mia, are you guys ok? You've been gone for a while. Call back soon please."

I told myself not to worry. There phones are probably dead. But why didn't they just charge them? Did they not want to talk to me? Did they hear my cries yesterday from cutting myself and not want to be with me? Did they finally had enough with my issues and abandon me? This is my fault Mia. I should of been more loving. I should of never had issues. It's because I'm such a bad person that they hate me. Everyone hates me . I started crying. Why is life so hard? Why is it that every time I think I'm ok I then start to feel down and question my existence?? Being dead is so much easier than being alive.

I was then about to put my head down when my butt landed on the remote, which turned the TV on and switched the channel. And then my eyes slowly light up. I found it. That TV show from yesterday. It was called Impractical Jokers. It was on the part where some dude said "don't call me mustache." I laughed at that. A real laugh, not one of those 'I'm-depressed-but-have-to-smile-or-you-will-ask-questions-laugh'. I haven't laughed a real laugh in a while.

I continued to watch Impractical Jokers, laughing more and more as my worry of my parents slowly started getting forgotten. After 5 episodes I got the jist of it. There were 4 guys: Joe Q Sal and Murr. They were best friends from high school, and they try to embarrass each other. It was kinda like a prank show, but the ones getting fooled was them, not the strangers. I tried to find a favorite joker, but they were all awesome. Every one of them had their own little thing that I liked.

Joe was fearless, and he was willing to do anything. Sal was so sassy, and he had a lot of punishments because he was a germaphobe. Murr has done some weird things, especially when he wasted his money to make a movie. But he was really friendly. Q...................... Q was different. He made a lot of dark jokes like I do, which made me feel close to him somehow. He seemed like the type of guy who looks mean and tough, but I think it's a mask to hide a softer, more nice person. He's really funny, and he's not afraid to embarrass himself. Q I think is someone who, like me, had a cover to hide their real self.

When it went on commercial I got on my phone and went on Twitter. I immediately followed all the guys and the Tenderloins. Wait, omg! They lived in New York!? I remember visiting there when I was 5. Now I am stuck here in this sucky Chicago.

I checked the time. 10:45?!? First of all, I can't believe I watched IJ all day. Second of all, where is Mom and Dad?? I called then once more. Went straight to voicemail. Worry once again filled my body. Wait hold on Mia, I said to myself, the doctors is far, so maybe they are stuck in traffic. Yeah I thought, that's what happened.
I let that be and changed to the news channel to see what type of clothes I should wear for school tomorrow. WGN was on, and it looked like there was a car crash.

"A massive car pile up on the east highway," said a reporter. "Police have said a driver drinking under the influence had caused this. The driver is ok, but 2 lives were lost. We do not have their names yet but we do have clips of where the crash happened moments after."

"So sad" I said. There was always tragic events happening everywhere. And that's the problem with th-

"Wait.What.is.that."
I could not believe my eyes. On the TV, there it was.
My parents car.

"No no no no no no no no" I started muttering. I called them again. Straight to voicemail.
"Pick up!!!!" tears started rolling down my cheeks. Please please please god let them be ok. They can't be de- No. There not dead, you don't know that, so don't say they are. If they are there they probably just got a couple of scrapes, that's all. Yeah. That's what happened.
But are you sure?

A sudden knock on the door broke me out of my trance. Maybe it was them! I ran to the door, feeling a surge of hope as I peeped through the peephole. It was dark out but I could see two dark figures. Oh thank god!

"Mom, Dad, you had me-" It wasn't them. It was two police officers, and they looked as if their children had died.

"Um are you Mía García?" Said the man.

I instinctively went to suspicion. "Yeah, who wants to know?"

"I don't know how to say this miss Garcia, but I need to tell you something. It's about your parents..."

I felt all the breath get sucked out of my lungs . "Wha- What do you mean, my parents?"

" The- They- They've been in an accident.
Hon, your parents... are dead."

That's all I heard until I hit the floor.

PrEtTy iNtEnSe hUh?!
*Hey guys! If ur reading this, then great! If not, then hello ghost. Guys, please comment any suggestions for this. I really appreciate it!*
Also, I don't think Chicago is sucky. I've lived there before so I get it say it is. :p
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