Things were falling apart, her life, her relationships, everything. Everyone had given up on her. She was completely and utterly alone in this crazy mixed up world. She sat alone at night, in her one room apartment, wishing her family was still alive, wishing her girlfriend hadn't left her, wishing her best friend had not turned her back on everything they were. Her teachers had given up on trying to help her. Her grandparents didn't want to have anything to do with her. Her "friends" bullied her. She finally gave up on herself and dropped out of high school. She was tired of trying to catch up to everyone else and tired of all the teachers looking at her with utter disappointment staining the irises of their eyes. She was just tired of life in general. That was until SHE came into the picture.
Abri Jones, 18, senior at Roosevelt High, 5' 3", future lawyer, Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen candidate, Superintendent's Honor Student, head cheerleader and captain of the basketball and softball teams. She was dark haired, green eyed, and had the softest olive complexion. She was considered the "Angel of Roosevelt" to other schools. She was the definition of perfection. Younger girls looked up to her and older girls were jealous of her. She was proud of who she was, but she was humble.
The other cheerleaders teased her, saying she could have any one of the football players, but she responded with "CK makes me happy, and that is all I need." She was proud of her relationship with CarissaKae Jacobs. She and her girlfriend had been together for four years and did everthing together. Seeing Abri without CK was a rare occasion. CK was her everything and everyone knew it.
June 13, 10:45 p.m, 787 N. Washington St.
"Miss Jones, the police department would like you to come down to the hospital. Your parents have been in an accident." the phone slipped from Abri's hand and landed on the floor. She felt the room start spinning as she walked slowly over to her car keys and locked the back door. The radio was playing but she wasn't listening to the music. The only thing she was focused on was the sound of her own heart beating heavily in her ears.
When she pulled up to the hospital, two very large policemen escorted her inside. they were holding on to her arms, making certain that if she fainted they would catch her. A left, a right, down a long, windowless hallway, to the double doors waiting for her at the end. Bold letters spilled across the top of the doorway, spelling out the word she dreaded to see, MORGUE. Her feet suddenly stopped moving and she was pulling against the policemen. She just wanted to run away, as fast and as far as she could.
.....to be finished later.....
