Everything and More

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3

I didn't handle the news well last night. After I found out how much I'd be inheriting I faded to black, falling asleep from exhaustion.

I woke up this morning tucked into my bed wondering if everything was a dream. Had I created all of it in my head? The fake uncle, the millions soon to hit my bank account? My parents' death?

As soon as the sleep fades away, realization hits. They're dead and I'm left alone to wander this earth, the earth that they're now buried under.

The responsibility that comes along with that amount of money doesn't help either. It's all too much and It doesn't feel right.

I rest my cheek against the cool glass of the car window. As I look out I think about how strange it is that the world keeps moving along, not stopping. It keeps on spinning and refuses to mourn my parents right along with me.

Women walk past like a blur in their fancy dresses and Vera Wang heels. Men with briefcases talk business on their phones, moving along as if I wasn't dying inside and my life hasn't been turned upside down, changed within a split second.

I want to scream at them to stop! I want to drag them to mama and papas grave and plead with them to miss them as much as me, to suffer as much as I am.

To them it's just another Monday in New York. I always hated Mondays and I guess the fact that the random people that pass by aren't affected or as miserable as I am just adds to the list of why Mondays suck.

I peak a glance at Max, who sits on the opposite side of the spacious limo as he speaks in a hushed and irritated tone to the person on the other end of the line.

"No! Xander, you will be there tomorrow, end of discussion." He sounds like he wants to rip this Xander dude's head off as he continues to berate him. "That's the end of the discussion, get on the plane or I'll make your life extremely uncomfortable!" With that, he shoves his phone into his pocket and lets out a frustrated huff.

He notices me watching him and his face softens, raising a small smile at the corners of his mouth, almost reassuring me that he doesn't normally like to speak in such a threatening manner.

"Aria, why don't you tell Max about your ballet, I'm sure he'd love that," Mary tries to ease the tension. She never was one for silent pauses that felt uncomfortable and generally rushed in to fill them. 

Max nods looking eager to hear a little bit more about my life. I can tell he's making a genuine effort to get to know me, and that gives me a little bit of comfort to know he might not be as bad as I first thought.

"I've danced since forever. It's my escape from the world and I don't know where I'd be without it." It's true, throughout my life ballet was my life support. When shit days overwhelmed me I danced through them, and it helped me come out the other side feeling a little less shitty about life in general.

"Maybe I could take you to a show when we get to..." Max is cut off by Mary coughing harshly.

"Mary, are you ok?" I turn to her, pulling out some water from the limo's mini bar and hastily unscrewing the plastic cap as I place it in her hands to ease her coughing.

"I'm fine, thank you." Mary nods, slowly drinking the water.

"What were you saying Max?" I ask after making sure Mary is okay.

"Ahh, nothing." His eyes don't stray from Mary's warning look. Hmm that's weird, but so is losing your parents in a plane crash.

And there it is again the pain in my chest and the burning threatening to surface behind my eyes.