|1.3| Clueless Complications✓

T h i r t e e n: The Storm

T h i r t e e n: The Storm

Beeping sounds.

That's what all I was hearing. I tried to open my eyes, nothing.

I tried to open my mouth, nothing.

I tried to move my body, even if it was just an inch. Still nothing.

"You're lucky she didn't take one more pill of Xanax Mr. and Mrs. Woods, if so, Maeven would not be here with us today," the unfamiliar voice stated. Ugh, I hated when they used my full name. That's why I tell people my fully name was Maeve instead of Maeven because it was such a weird and bizarre name. I didn't even like the name Maeve or Maeven also to begin with.

I heard my mom sigh. "I don't know why she does this honestly. She was going to go to rehab for her first overdose but she begged us not to. But now," I heard my mom say.

"Let's just not discuss this now, Avalon," I heard dad say.

"Don't even start Theo. We should discuss this now, I don't care whether or not Maeve agrees, I'm trying to keep my daughter safe!" mom stated bitterly to dad.

"Mom, calm down. This isn't the time to shout," I heard an annoyed voice say. Melody? Melody was here? She wasn't suppose to come till Christmas.

She was too busy partying and studying at Stanford to give a damn about the family.

She was always the favorite child. You expect it to me Maddie since she was the youngest, but with Melody's straight A's, being on the Dean's list, and her boyfriend being the son of a rich oil company's CEO, you could probably guess why she's the favorite.

And also, the most gorgeous out of three of us. Yeah, freshman year of high school when Melody was still here as a senior, people couldn't believe we were related.

Melody has wavy blonde-golden locks of hair, while mine was a boring shade of black. She has ocean blue eyes which she got from mom, I have grayish eyes which I got from dad. She has the perfect body, and  I well, have a body...

Even Madeline, though with that brown hair; still has beautiful light blue eyes.

Being the middle and most ugliest child really did suck all together to be honest.

I heard mom sigh, which I knew would lead to a mental breakdown in the matter of seconds. "I know, it's just," I heard her voice start to crack and I immediately felt guilty. "I can't loose another child. I just can't," mom stated sadly.

My heart churned knowing she was referring to my dead brother Cameron.

He was the last born, a few years younger than Madeline.

When mom was still eight months pregnant with him, he died in her womb, and yet still had to go into labor to push him out. It was the most emotional state of mind I have ever been in. After that dreadful experience, mom did not want to have another child after that. I did miss Cameron, and think about him occasionally . He also had black hair and grayish eyes like me, so I didn't feel so much alone anymore even though he's gone. But I truly believe he's out there somewhere, watching over me and our family.

And when he passed away, he took a big part of me to his grave.

And a big part of me that can't come back.

"Shh, it's okay Ava. You know he's watching over us," dad's soothing words stated, probably engulfing mom in a warm tight embrace.

"I'll go get you some chai tea mom from the hospitals cafeteria," I reckoned the voice to be Madeleine's before I heard the door open and close.