"We've already got your room all nice and set up for you. We made sure to get all your belongings and bring them here. Hopefully you settle here okay." My uncle says from the front seat of the car.
I'm finally out of the hospital. My aunt and uncle are driving me to their house. Or my 'new home' I should say.
This will never be home.
I'm now living 3 hours away from Hanna, Ethan, and Grayson.
Grayson.
How am I supposed to tell Grayson? Tell him about.. the baby. We have a baby.
What if he leaves me? What if he hates me?
I shut my eyes, attempting to shut out all of my dark thoughts. I do manage to fall asleep for a little bit, but before I know it, we are now "home."
"Welcome home sweetheart." My aunt says, trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah." I mumble and get out of the car.
Apparently they had already gotten all my things and moved it into the my new room.
The large house is white and luxurious, but it wasn't enough to make me feel the slightest bit of emotion.
I walk inside, still feeling no emotion at all.
I have none left.
My aunt leads me to my new room which is upstairs and down a long hallway. I only stare from outside the door.
"I'll let you um.. settle in." My aunt says and then walks away.
I slowly walk into the large room. There's a giant bathroom connected to the white bedroom. It's white like the hospital room. I want to tear the walls down. I hate the walls.
There's a huge window by my gigantic bed. Looking out the window, there's a view of the ocean. I want to cover this window up with black curtains. I hate the view. Kenzie loved the ocean.
I turn and look at my dresser against the wall. On top of it was a bunch of pictures of my family. I hate the pictures.
Why couldn't I have been the one who died?
Why them?
My eyes begin to tear up and I feel my heart breaking again. I grab one of the family photos and I throw it onto the ground, the glass shattering once it hits the floor.
This house is so huge, my aunt and uncle wouldn't even be able to hear anything.
I fall to the ground bawling and I pick up the picture. I held the picture to my chest and began to rock back and forth.
"Why, why, why, why, why??" I cried. "PLEASE come back mommie ple-ease! I'm sorry!"
