Whisper

Whisper: Prologue

Song chosen for Chapter: Skinny Love by Birdy

 Prologue

Heavy rain poured down on me, hitting against my black umbrella. The cold wind nipped at the skin of my bare legs. I'd chosen not to wear tights, maybe that was a mistake. My black dress hugged my curves but didn't keep me warm in the slightest. The weather was horrible. Today was horrible.

Sobs escaped the mouth of my aunt Mary. She stood beside me, clutching onto my uncle John. She was distraught. From the corner of my eye, I saw his hand gently running up and down her back trying to comfort her.

The priest began the ceremony. I could hear silent sobs coming from different directions around me from different people. I wasn't crying. I should have been but I wasn't going to. I was going to stay strong. I gripped the handle of my umbrella tighter as the priest continued.

Staring down at the patch of dirt in the grass, I couldn't believe she was under there. A hand on my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up and my eyes fell upon the puffy, red eyes of aunt Mary.

"Sweetheart, the service is over now. Would you like to come and stay with me and your uncle John for a few days?" She offered in a soft tone.

I stared at her for a moment before answering "No,"

"Pick up the phone if you need anything, take care darling," She said, gently hugging me before walking away. I turned my attention back to the grave.

Two days ago, my mother and I were on our way to a relative's house. The weather was worse than it is today. As my mother drove the car towards a bend, a car came flying round at high speed on the wrong side of the road. She couldn't brake in time and the car smashed into us.

My seat belt snapped on impact and my head smacked off of the dashboard. I was knocked unconscious and have no memory of what happened next. I woke up in a hospital room with doctors around me telling me I was lucky to be alive.

My mother wasn't so lucky. The driver of the other car had been drunk while driving. He died in the accident as well. His car had hit the drivers side of the car, crushing my mother instantly. The doctors told me she wouldn't have felt any pain as she died on impact. They sure knew how to give the news lightly.

I stared down at her grave, angrily. She shouldn't be under the ground. She shouldn't have been taken away from me like that. It was too soon.

A question swirled around my mind and wouldn't stop.

Why did I survive?