Once upon a time, there was a young girl and her family. It was just her, her mother, and her father. The young girl had pale blonde hair, like her mother, and emerald green eyes, like her father. She was about 4-5 years old and it was normal. Little did she know...everything was about to change.
They packed up their car and started their long journey to Maine. The little girl was going to see her grandparents and stay at their little lake house for 5 days. The little girl started to play with her stuffed bunny she liked to call Henry. She wished she had a sibling, so she wouldn't be bored in the car. Her parents sensed her boredom and turned on the radio. One of her personal favorites started playing and she started to sing along. Everything was calm. Everything was just how it should have been. I know it's cliche, but the saying "Your life can change within the blink of the eye," is entirely true. The girl went from singing to shrieking in agony and fear in less than 3 seconds. That little girl managed to call the police and the family was quickly rushed to the hospital.
The girl was put under intense surgery, that's why she was so sore when she woke up afterward. All she could think about was her parents. A nurse walked in and asked her a few questions, which she answered very obediently. The nurse was about to walk away, but the girl stopped and asked about her parents. The nurse hesitated, for she knew who she was talking about. I guess you could say the last name was "the talk of the town". The nurse pulled up the hospital chair close to the bed and sat down. She beat around the bush when it came time to tell her the truth. She'd stutter between words until eventually, there was a loud yell in the hallway. Code Blue, she'd heard it from her grandparents before, but she never thought she'd hear it in real life.
The girl tried to brush it off thinking it was some other patient, but deep down she knew it wasn't true. She watched at least a dozen nurses run down the hall and towards the room. The nurse in the room with the girl apologized sincerely and ran off with the other doctors. The girl started to silently weep in her large hospital bed. She eventually fell asleep, however, her parents were trying to be shocked back to life. They tried and tried, but there was no heartbeat for either. The little girl woke up to flowers from the hospital and around 2 or 3 nurses around her bed. She looked at them all in confusion. The first nurse to speak up was the one from before, she asked the little girl if she wanted the good or bad news first. In movies they always asked for the bad first, so she did the same thing. All of the nurses hung their heads low and gave her her parents files. Inside was a lot of paperwork, but the first noticeable thing was their death certificates, both of her parents were proclaimed dead at 2:13 this afternoon, not too long after she had cried herself to sleep. She had started crying, but the nurse from before gave her a picture of her aunt on her dad's side. She was going to live with them until she was a legal adult.
That little girl was me. Elaine Marie Cowley. Both parents killed in a car accident because of a stray dog. I moved to a small city right outside of New York at the young age of 19 and have lived here for exactly 3 years. I never like to think back to those awful hospital memories. I've never visited Maine or anywhere near my old hometown since. According to my therapist, it's got something to do with my PTSD. Recently my therapist has recommended I get a roommate or go find a friend in public, because "I don't get out in the world enough." I mean, yeah no one's gonna want to be in 20-degree weather 24/7. I took her advice of getting a roommate (after a lot of convincing and cliche movies) and posted an ad online. It only took a few days to get a response, and I'm supposed to be meeting them at our local and only cafe.
Ever since the day I got a response, I've been trying my hardest to keep the house clean and organized, not like I didn't do it before. The day came sooner than I had expected and my boss kept me longer than I needed to stay. As soon as I got off, I ran to the coffee shop and entered the door. My gaze was met by a very intimidating stare, and I could feel my knees start to give out. Little do I know, that's my new roommate.
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What If
Teen Fiction"We always ask 'What if..?' We never stop and think about now. We're so quick to put bad in our heads that we don't think of the good. I want the good to happen so we can prove the bad wrong, so people can learn to think positive. There's already en...
