Fell

Postcards and Polaroids

a/n Elizabeth's pov chapters will be titled with Sleeping With Sirens lyrics and Luke's will be The 1975 lyrics.
1. postcards and polaroids <vide>
I screamed into the gravel beneath my face as I pounded my fist into the ground, my body shaking and my eyes spilling over with tears. my black tights were getting ruined by the rough and wet ground beneath me but I didn't care by this point. Today I realized that nothing really matters except the people you love. I wish I had realized this sooner but it's always a bit too late. Every second counts when you're young and every good moment should be savored, but it's a bit too late now. Everything's always a bit too late no matter how early you are. Hell, if you could see into the future you'd still be a bit too late!
Within a matter of ten minutes my life had gone from pretty bad to complete shit. My father had raised a shiny black pistol to my mother's head, shot her, turned the gun to himself, shot himself, then all I heard was nothingness. I ran out of the house sobbing. I wasn't even thinking about anything except the fact that I needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. My chunky black shoes made me loose balance and I tripped and fell flat on my face. After lying there crying for at least an hour I continued to run to my neighbor's house.
Once sitting in Annie, my neighbor's, kitchen I let myself calm down a bit and think about what had actually happened. I told her what happened and she immidiately stood up and called 9-1-1. 20 minutes later an ambulance pulled into my driveway and my brother, Adam had been notified that he needed to come home. At first he protested but he gave in when I told him that our mom and dad had been shot.
Adam showed up the next day because he lived in Los Angeles and we lived in Sacramento, so he had to take a plane. By this point the only family we'd ever known besides each other and a few cousins that never called was pronounced dead. I went to live with Aaron and his wife Sarah, seeing as I am only 16 and I couldn't live with myself.
I couldn't live with myself: it holds so much meaning, doesn't it?