Bittersweet~ Harry Styles fanfic

Crashed

Chapter 1~ crashed

I was crying. I couldn't help myself, and I couldn't stop. The tears were just pouring out of me, like a broken dam. My my parents, my brother gone and it was all my fault! How could I have been so stupid! I was in the comfort of my best friends' arm, soaking her with all my tears. She has been my best friend for 10 years, ever since kindergarten and she has only seen me cry two times. This being the second time obviously. The first time being in the hospital, getting the news that my entire family was dead and it was all my fault.

"Shhh! It's gonna be okay. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't have stopped what was going to happen so don't you dare blame yourself," Bella said while rocking me. " just calm down and try to go to sleep." She murmured whispering soft words of comfort to get me to stop my hysterics. I love this girl, I really do but i wish she would stop lying to me. We all know i was the royal screw-up in the family, and it was about time that my 'screw-ups' resulted in someone getting hurt. I just wish it was me instead, but i guess being the only one left was God's punishment towards me.

I tried to listen to Bella as I struggled for any sleep my lately-nocturnal body craved for. We were spooning,with me in a tight ball and her arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace, and I smiled at the thought of my older brother making some stupid joke on how he is preparing himself for when we 'come out already' or some shit like that. That's what he should be saying right now with that goofy smile on his face that can sometimes just annoy the crap out of you. The thought of him brought silent tears, each tear representing each crack in my heart, and I cried with it aching until I surprisingly drifted to sleep.

My name is Jessica. I turn 16 today, not that it really matters anymore. My best friend is Bella, and I love her like a fat kid loves cake. She is so amazing and I don't know what I am going to do without her. I have a week left of summer before I leave. I used to be pretty popular, not the one you see off of mean girls(classic),  I saw myself as pretty social. I used to be very loud and bubbly., and it was my daily goal to have someone laugh or smile even in their sourest of moods.

Anyway, I was hgood in school. Honer roll student and always doing extra curricular activities. That always helped when I was about to get in trouble for some prank. I usually got off the hook. Yes I was the class clown, but the teachers didn't care much because they knew I understood the topic. Well...sometimes.

Another thing about me was, I was in love with music. It used to be my passion, I couldn't go a day without my daily dose of music or I would go crazy. Music was basically my own kind of Meth, and I was hooked. With my love for music it automatically became my passion, and I got into it as much as i could.

I was always singing. People would always tell me that I was amazing and that will go so far. I was in the music program at my school and at every recital or school performance, I was always involved. But that's what killed my family. And that's why I changed, because like people told me I did go far, too far. And that's what drove us into the deepened. Literally.

It was a month after the school year ended, and we were on our way to dinner. It was dark out and it was pouring. I was laughing to something my brother had said. Until my mom called my name. "don't freak out, but listen," my mother said while turning up the radio. "oh my gosh! Yes! Ahhhh!" I started having a spasm attack as I listened to the guitar chords in the intro. "Your insecure, don't know what for..." I started singing. Everyone was laughing at me. My mother was watching me sing with a smile while shaking her head. I was being really loud and over the top just to make my mom laugh. " Jessica lower it down I cant hear anything but you, and I cant focus!" my dad said half serious half mocking.

Maybe if I listened he would have heard the truck honking nonstop. Or noticed that our light was broken and it wasn't our turn to go. Or maybe he would have seen the way all the other cars were slowing down in time for the bridge.