Secrets // 5sos

01

*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Myra Watson?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is the Orange County Hospital, I regret to inform you that your parents have died in a car crash. I'm very sorry."

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And that's all I remember. Hearing that one sentence, then blacking out. When I came to I was in my bed, with my aunt sitting next to me.

"Aunt Shannon? Why are you here?" it all came flooding back as soon as I said it.

Shannon looked at me with a weary expression, "I'm so sorry, darling."

"Why did it have to happen to me though?"

"I don't know sweetie."

I don't know what I'm going to do without them, they're all I had. As if she read my mind, Shannon replied.

"You'll be coming to Australia with me, and you'll be living there."

"Okay."

Living with Aunt Shannon would be lonely, since she has never been married and doesn't have any kids, along with working two jobs to support herself. Although she does have a dog, so at least I'll have him. But hey, it's better than a foster home.

We talk a little more, with Shannon trying to get my mind off of my parents for a bit, but it doesn't work and I fall asleep with tear-stained cheeks and a broken heart.

~

A week after mourning and receiving "Sorry for Your Loss" cards and phone calls, it was finally the day I wished wasn't happening. The funeral.

I'm going through my mom and dad's closet, picking out what I want to keep and what I want to give away. I picked two shirts and a belt from my dad. I'm going to be taking a lot of clothes from my mom, since she is my size.

I find a beautiful black dress. It shows a little cleavage but there is a section of lace that covers it so it isn't so noticeable. The dress goes down to the floor, and shows my curves lovely. I decide that I'm going to wear it to the funeral.

I pick out some more clothes; a couple shirts, some shorts, and five or six adorable dresses. I also take all of her jewelry, and a most pairs of her shoes.

I take a shower, then go to my room to get ready for the funeral. I slide the dress onto my body, and look in the mirror. Many people say I look just like my mother, and I'm starting to see the resemblance. I put on a pair of heels, but change to flats so I can be more comfortable.

I apply makeup which consists of a little bit of foundation and mascara. I put on some lavender lotion then spray myself with lavender perfume, grab my mini purse and phone, and then go downstairs.

I made sure to pack my purse with tissues and an extra tube of mascara, because God knows I'll be a mess. I notice it's raining, so I grab a jacket and then head outside to wait in the car.

Thirty minutes later, me and Shannon are on our way to the church. I already have tears running down my face. I am in no way prepared for this, I have my speech, but I don't think I'll be able to get the first word out without breaking down.

We finally arrive, I dab my eyes and put on my sunglasses before carefully stepping out of the car. I see some of my parents friends and other people I don't recognize getting out of their cars and heading into the church.

Once I'm in and seated, it finally hits me. I finally realize what this means. No more going to sleep anticipating the next morning for a big hug before school from my mom and dad. No more waiting for my dad's voice to call me downstairs to dinner. No more making myself stay awake for my mom to tuck me in and say goodnight.