Saving The Land Of Edenia (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Jessica's POV

I wake up. Not willingly at all. Not wanting to even exist anymore. 

Since my parents death, I've felt nothing but emptiness and sorrow. We were such a close-knit family. I feel like my heart has been ripped to shreds. I lay there on my bed, staring at the ceiling. In the very house that my parents and I lived in. I didn't want to move from where I was. What was the point anyway? The two people I loved the most have been taken from me.

I hear a knock on my door and I groan. I know exactly who it is. Peter, my older brother. He's the main one pushing me to move on and face the reality that our parents are gone. But I don't want to.

"Jessica, wake up. It's noon already, you can't stay in bed forever." He scolds as he opens the door.

"Peter will you ever stop?" I ask frustrated. "You know I don't need you to push me all the time so why don't you just stop for once!"

"Don't get all frustrated with me little sis."

"Ugh don't call me that. I'm almost 17 for goodness sake!" I roll my eyes.

"Right, and you act no older than 10," He scoffs

My eyes burn with frustration. I'm sick of him acting like he's my father. He's only 23, six years and a few months older than me. Though he does this like I'm his responsibility or his daughter, which I am not. "Get out! Now!" I yell.

He snickers and walks out of my room. But then he peeks his head back in my room for a second and says "Be downstairs in 10 minutes. Grandma is here and we have something to tell you."

"Sure. I'll be down soon," I say.

He nods, closes my door and goes downstairs.

I slowly get up and out of bed. I sigh, wondering what grandma and Peter need to tell me. I quickly throw some clothes on, brush my hair and teeth, then walk downstairs.

I see grandma and Peter sitting at the dining room table. I walk over to them and give grandma a hug.

"Jess dear, I'm so glad to see you are doing well," Grandma says.

I smile weakly at her, not wanting to ruin her mood. "Yeah I'm doing just fine," I lie.

Peter rolls his eyes and I give him my Oh-shut-up look. He chuckles lightly.

I sit down next to grandma.

"I have some news for you Jess. You're going to be moving to your uncle Adam's house in two weeks," Grandma states.

I stared at her in disbelief. I have never liked uncle Adam and I doubt I ever will. He was always so into his baseball and football cards, and he often drank a lot. Even when I used to visit him when I was younger, he hardly ever payed any attention to me. I don't see how anyone could send me to his worn out house.

"But why? I can take care of myself here. I'm not a little child anymore, grandma."

Peter starts "You need someone to take care of you Jess. It can't be me-" wow for once he's not trying to take care of me "- and it can't be grandma because she is getting old and she has to take care of herself."

I scoff "Yeah right! Like uncle Adam can take care of me either! He's never sober and hardly even notices me so how on earth can he take care of me?"

Grandma shakes her head, "It's not the bad Jessie. And especially now that your parents died he should be sad too."

"Oh right, so if he's not gonna take care of me when he's drunk, he definitely gonna take care of me when he is laying in bed depressed. Right!" I say with sarcasm in my voice.

"Enough Jessica," Peter scolds me. "You are going to live with uncle Adam whether you like it or not."

I slouch in my chair. I'm so frustrated right now, I don't want to talk to anyone. Without excusing myself, I stomp upstairs. I pass a picture of me, my parents and Peter. I stare at it for a while until I feel tears falling down my cheeks. Oh gosh I missed them so much.

I go to my room and sit on my bed. I huddle in a small ball, my face on my knees, crying softly. I wanted them. I wanted my parents back so much. They were the only ones who ever understood me. Especially my mom, who knew what it was like to be a female teenager. I felt like I could talk to her more than anyone. And I could talk to my dad about most things too. They always encouraged me.

And now that they are gone, I feel empty, like I will never heal. And I probably never will. There are no words to describe my sadness right now. I won't be able to love anyone again. I already shut out my friends from school, who were trying to help me but I refused to be helped. I know it's wrong for me to do that, but my sorrow has overwhelmed me.

How does one move on when their parents die? How can you simply forget about them and act like they were never there in the first place? I don't understand how anyone can do that.

I just lay down in a small ball on my bed, hands wrapped around my legs. I cry and cry until I fall asleep.

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Hey guys this was originally my first ever story on Wattpad and I hope you guys enjoyed it.

I will be releasing the future chapters of this story as soon as I can.

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