The Keywoods

1~ New home ~

    Silence... Silence that's all you could hear. Through the still summer night a sense of dread filled the air. I could not tell if this was just a nightmare. The sound of tires screeching against the tar and the loud boom of metal hitting metal echoed through my ears. I remember my screams filling the night before the whole world turning black. When everything comes into focus, I am assaulted with a blinding light. After a few minutes my eyes adjust, I look around the white room I am in. My eyes eventually land on the wires sprouting out from my body. " I'm in the hospital..." I realize, suddenly all the memories of the night before came flooding back to me. I let out a loud cry as I remember our car being flipped over the edge of the curve, " I should be dead." The images of my parents in the front seats nearly made my heart stop, my father's leg was bent in a way that was not humanly possible with some of the bone jutting out from a large cut on his leg from where the metal door was torn through. My mother had it worse, her body was hanging out from the windshield, her neck snapped from the force of her head slamming into a tree, cuts riddled her body with pieces of glass sticking out of them. I scream loudly, crying out for my parents but to no avail, the door to my hospital room opens with a loud bang and a frantic nurse runs in, her eyes widened when she sees me up.  She calls out for the doctor. All I can do is stare at the women, not even 5 minutes, a tall aged man walks into the room and rubs the back of his neck as if mystified. " Hello, my name is Dr. Peterson, I'll need to ask a few questions, do you mind?" he asks in a soft voice. I move my head, nodding, before crying out in pain from the movement. "Don't strain yourself." he walks over to me examining my body and checking the monitors. "Do you remember your name? And what happened a week ago?" he asks. My voice cracks, "M....My name is Rose Keywood... What did you mean a week ago?" The doctor explained to me that I have been in a coma for almost two week and I suffered from a severe concussion from my head hitting the door on the opposite side of the point of impact, though the impact caused my brain to swell abnormally. "It's a miracle you are still alive, Ms. Keywood. I wish I could say the same for your parents. It brings me deep sorrow to have to inform you that both your parents have passed. Your mother died at the scene and your father died at the hospital from the amount of blood he lost in his leg." Dr. Peterson tells me, despair filling his voice. I felt my whole body go numb trying to process the information, a lump forms in my throat and I let out a sob feeling my whole world crashing around me. I can hear the doctor talking, trying to comfort me but nothing he says can fill the emptiness in my heart.

    The next three weeks pass in a blur, the doctor and the nurses kept doing neurologic exams on me, monitoring my head. After four days I am able to walk and move around easier, though I am still unbalanced on my feet, the doctor gives me a blue and white striped walking stick to help me not fall again and do more damage to my head. The doctor informs me that I can be discharged from the hospital after two more days of observation and then I will be moving in with my Aunt Valentina or Auntie Val as my mother calls... called her. My mother and Auntie Val were closer than two peas in a pod growing up, but something happened and they haven't spoken since. I have only met her once before in my life, there was something off-putting about her as if she had something to hide. I am not excited to live with her but at the moment I could care less, I did not want to return to my house, once filled with a loving family, now left abandoned. ' Just like me...' I can feel tears fill my eyes realizing I have been left an orphan. Time seems to move slowly for the next two days, the doctor and nurses coming in and out of my room making sure I was ok. I guess I am ok, even though the weight of being left alone tears me into pieces, making me feel just empty and lost. For as long as I remember my parents are always there for me when I need them the most, but now...I am truly alone... left to my own devices. I guess I'm not as ok as the doctors think....

    On the third day there is a knock on my door, Aunt Val sticks her head in through the door and smiles sheepishly, "Hey sweetie, it's been a while." she says in the smooth, honey-like voice of hers. Tendrils of her curly black hair fall loosely from her ponytail, dark bags under her eyes show the lack of sleep probably from the news, her slim figure glides into the room with a grace you would not expect from a woman her age. She awkwardly places a bag on my bed, " I hope you like the clothes." She walks out of the room. I change into the clothes and look at my reflection. My hair awkwardly hangs down past my shoulders, tangles in dark brown knots, my green eyes dull and darker than how they used to be, seemingly empty as they trail down to the white shorts that barely made it past the middle of my thigh and got nearly covered by the large black hoodie. I force a smile as I walk out of the room and walk up to my aunt. Aunt Val looks at my approaching form, "Ah, Rose just in time, I just finished signing the forms, so come, let's go to your new home." She gave me a warm smile, something about it was unsettling but I can't figure out why. I shrug it off and follow behind her silently, relieved to be leaving the hospital. During the car ride I can't help but notice how she looked slightly like my mother. I force myself to look away before the water works could build up. The car speeds past hills and houses, even an old run down church. I watched the sites fly past my vision keeping any thoughts a bay. Without realizing it I fell asleep but not long after the car started to drive on a gravel filled path causing it to start shaking. I yawn softly and open my eyes looking at my surroundings. My eyes widen as I look at the grand building peaking out from between trees, about 3 stories as far as I can tell. The darken windows, lining each floor, create an old creepy aura, even from this distance I can see the paint peeling off the pale wooden planks building each wall. I have always had a love for old houses but never have I seen one as big as the Keywood Manor. The car pulls up to the driveway allowing me to see a guy my age standing at the front door, his unusually long hair sways in the wind, covering his face. " That's my son, Carson." My aunt says when she notices my gaze on her son. Once she parks the car, we both get out of the car. I hear her keys jingling as she walks over to the front door, I stand in place as I take deep breaths trying to relax my nerves and I take my time to look around the outside of the house.

(Heyyyy so I've had this story in google docs for a while, most of this chapter was already pre-written by me and well I figures that maybe I should post it on here see if it motivates me to keep this story going personally I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it... The cover is temporary until I can make a good one... Well that's all! Once again I hope you enjoyed this! And have a wonderful day/night!)