New Life. Blank Slate. ( An OHSHC story)

     Up to this point my life has been wonderful. It’s funny how things can change so easily. My father is a pianist known around the world, and my mom is the co-founder of Carvelli&Jackson, a popular fashion company. Due to this I’ve grown up with the arts all around me. I’ve helped my mom with new clothing lines, and modeled if they needed more people. I’ve also learned how to play the piano, violin, cello, flute, harp, and viola because my father taught me the piano, but I wanted to know more. I’ve also accompanied him in concerts before.

     I never had a chance to make many long-term friends, because I always seem to be traveling, but I’ve been okay with it because my best friend is Zoey Jackson. Yes, she is the daughter of Mom’s business partner, Andrea Jackson. I don’t really see her when I’m on tour with Dad, but I see her when I’m in New York with Mom (Which is most of the time)

Today started out pretty normal, I certainly didn’t wake up and think “Hey, my world is gonna fall apart today,”

My parents were both home, so we were all just chilling in the US of A. So anyways, my parents were going out to lunch, and Zoey was sick so I was going to her house. Since Zoey and I were little, we always helped each other when we were sick. Zoey believes strongly that, “Friends can heal you better than anything. Even better than the goddamn medicine.”

I was filling a glass of water for Zoey to take with her pills when my cell-phone rang. I noticed the caller ID was the hospital. “Hello?” I asked warily.

“Hello. Is this Sierra Carvelli?” The phone voice asked.

“Yes,”

“I’m sorry to inform you, but your parents have been in an accident, and are in critical condition.” My phone dropped to the ground, followed by the water glass.

“Are you making a mess again, Sierra?” a voice asks, and Alex, Zoey’s brother walks in. Then he sees the look on my face. He ran over and hugged me from the waist. “Are you alright?” He asks.

“M-my parents,” I manage to say before I break out of his grip and run outside. I hailed a cab, and told him to speed. Luckily, he complied (I gave him an extra twenty bucks for it) and we got there quickly. Once we arrived, I dashed in to the secretary.

“Which room has Joseph and Isabelle Carvelli?” I ask frantically.

She looks at me with pity, “room 354, sweetie,”

I barely have time to yell a ‘thank you’ as I take off running.

     Finally, I could see the door to their room. In my haste I ran straight into someone. “I’m sorry. Excuse me for my rudeness, but I have to go,” I said. Instead of letting me walk past he grabbed my arm. I looked up and saw a man of about forty year’s old wearing doctor scrubs.

“Are you Sierra Carvelli?” He asks, his eyes showing regret. I nodded. “I’m deeply sorry, but your parents won’t make it. They only have a few minutes to live.”

My eyes widen and a few tears roll out. “no….. No. NO! They can’t die!” I screech. He puts a warm hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but it was a hit and run, and given who they are I don’t think it was an accident….”

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“I think whoever hit them with that car didn’t want them to live.”

The reality of what he said set in, and I cried harder. “Can I see them?”

“I think they would enjoy that,” I walk into the room timidly, afraid of what I would find.

Inside, my parents were lying on two hospital beds with various tubes. Both of them were deathly white. I let out a sob.

“Serry Berry, don’t cry. I hate to see you sad,” Dad said weakly.

“Sierra,” Mom stated her voice steady and a fierce glint in her eyes. “We will not die yet. We are going to tell you some things first.” That’s just like her, strong and stubborn even on her deathbed. Suddenly I felt a swell of pride for my mother.

“Honey,” my dad argued, “We don’t have time for that. Anne Sophie will explain. Now Sierra will you take the pen from that table?” He asked. I nodded and gave it to him. “Write this down,” he ordered and recited what sounded like an address. I copied it onto my arm.

This was a habit I got from my dad. He always says, ‘You don’t need to kill trees for every damn thing. Just have a pen and your arm, and you’re all set.’

“Anne Sophie will tell you the truth. Please don’t feel too badly of us from what you hear. We love you, always had and always will,” Dad said.

“I love you Serry, and you aren’t going to be all sad about this. If you start some depression shit then I will haunt your sorry ass,” Mom said teasingly, but with an almost unnoticeable sincerity. “Remember, pride and beauty,” Her words became quieter as she was speaking, and I knew it was the end. So I said my final words.

“I love you Mommy. I love you Daddy. Please take memories of me on your path,” I whisper. Mom’s heart stopped beating. Dad’s stopped only a minute after hers.

They’re at peace.

And now I’m alone.

Heyy it's Rian. This is a book that I have started on my Quizilla account BloodRose12, but I've decided to start putting it on this account. The main reason being that I neglect my Quizilla account worse than this one. I only have a few chapters completed and I'm combining some of the chapters. If you liked chapter one please

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