I stood there like a stone. Didn't move, didn't realize the things that happened around me. My eyes were closed. My hands like fists. I shivered while someone accidently touched me, but I, still, didn't open my eyes. Kept quiet like every day and every night. Waited for a saviour. Waited for someone,who would wake me up from this nightmare. Waited for Ben. I shivered again at the warmth while someone hugged me. A hard and tight hug,but still not a welcome one.
"I'm sorry,Violette.I'm so sorry',she said.I didn't open my eyes yet,but I already knew who she was.
Aunt Audrey.
She told me she was sorry, but I couldn't believe her words. I did never believe her. She stood in front of me waiting for a final answer, although she exactly knew I wouldn't reply. I never replied. I never told my sorrounders adventures I had and expected in my boring life. I never spoke. NEVER. Listenning to others, drawing and writing stories that would never happen were some things I did almost everyday and it made me depressive. Everyday more and more.
"Are you okay?",she asked again,but I ignored her.
She was always curious and persistent, that's why I didn't really like her. I looked down, felt ashamed, because her unplaesent stare made me feel sick.
Oh Ben,hurry up!
"It's time", said Michael suddenly running downstairs to us.
He quickly took my hand, leading me as fast as it was possible to a big and black car that stood nearby our house.
"Get in", he commanded as we stood in front of it and zestfully opened the door.
All of a sudden my cold and slim hands forced me to close it again and my eyes to rather look at our house. The house where people once were happy and enjoyed their lifes full of excitement. Once, but not at that moment.
And probably never again.
"Violette, get in the car. We're already late", he hissed highly outraged at me while I still ignored him and did the same as before.
Suddenly all my thoughts disappeared. All my worries and pains were gone. I just stood there and looked down to the ground. Started to cry, because it was the only possibility I could think of. Michael gently grabbed my left wrist, for which reason I looked up at him with moist and tired eyes.
"I know it is hard for you to believe that she's gone. It is also hard for me but we need to get in the car. Right now, it's the only way", he said loudly and slowly so that I could read his lips. Yes, they all thought I was deaf and dumb but I wasn't. I just didn't talk and ignored them all because there was no point for me to keep on living.
"Come here", he lovinlgy whispered while he held me tight and weighed me back and forth. I wiped the tears but didn't hug him back. I'd never liked hugs. I was like a giant magnet to them. Everyone hugged me when they saw me or talked to me. They always had a pity on me. They always wanted to help me. But I honestly didn't need their pities and helps. I only needed silence and my notebook. My books and drawings.
And Ben.
We still stood in the same place. And in the same position as he stopped hugging me and looked me in the eyes. It was the first time in my whole life I saw his eyes. His brownish-green, big and lively eyes. He smiled lightly but still not happily at me while I looked emotionless and tired into his pale face. Bored because I found this situation completetly unnecessary and tired because I cried last night and barely slept.
Michael let my wrist go while still smiling lightly and whispered: "Get in, sister. We can't escape the fate of ours."
He pointed on a seat next to my brother, Cody and I slowly sat down where I was pointed to. Once I was in the car, Micheal closed the door and hurried to his place behind the wheel. He was a wondeful brother but he still annoyed me with his instinct of a protector. He carried way too much about me. Like I'd be a useless baby.
