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What else could go wrong?
Ch.1-Harsh Words.
I looked out at the gloomy sky from my window seat in history. The teacher had been rambling on about some dead guy and my best friend Marissa had abandoned me for sleep.
I sighed as the feeling of something wrong came back to me. This morning I had woken up feeling badly. I knew something was going to happen…but what?
Everything went fine in the morning. I had just gotten my license so my parents hadn’t gotten me a car yet. Which meant my mom had to drive me to school. That was cool though because I always love the conversations we get into. My parents aren’t what you call rich. It’s just me, my mom, and my dad in our tiny two bedroom apartment. Even though we’re not rich and live in a mansion. I wouldn’t change a thing.
I got out of the car that morning still having that feeling that I had woken up with when I said goodbye to my mom.
I pushed my brown hair out of my face and continued to think. Oblivious to two figures who had entered the room.
I don’t know what this feeling is.
“Lauren?”
I feel so sad.
“Lauren?”
I don’t know why. It feels like a part of me has been ripped out.
“Lauren” I felt someone shake me from my thoughts.
I looked up to see my teacher looking at me. Her eyes filled with concern.
I looked past her to see a policeman and the principal.
Something had gone wrong.
It all came at me in one motion. I was sitting in the principal’s office trying to recover from my shock.
“Lauren. Did you hear me? Are you okay?” he asked scratching his bald head. He wasn’t sure what to do. I could tell he’d never done this before.
All I picked up was parents and wreck.
I was staring at my backpack which was sitting on the floor in front of me.
Emptiness. That was all I felt.
So that’s what that feeling is.
Emptiness.
I got up slowly pulling my black hood over my head.
“I want to see her.” I said slowly.
My dad was the one driving and the one who got killed instantly. My mom had been in the passenger’s seat but somehow she survived and was in the hospital.
The police officer nodded and took me there.
White walls were all I saw as I entered the room that was supposed to be my mom’s.
I walked in further and saw the end of a hospital bed.
A little further and I stopped. I saw my mom on life support. Breathing in and out slowly. Her beautiful face was bruised and red. The heart monitor was beeping to the steady sounds of her heart.
I walked over to her and touched her hand lightly.
“Mom?” I said not sure if she could hear me.
“I’m so sorry.” I sat down on the chair next to her. I don’t know why I didn’t cry. I just sat there blankly looking at her frail form.
What had they been doing?
They should have been going to work, but they both have separate cars.
The policeman had told me that wet road had made them skid out of control and turn over three times. Like I wanted to hear that.
“Mom? I …know… I’m not the best kid in the world…and I’m sorry. You were the best mom anyone could ask for. Don’t leave me now.” I said quietly.
Silence.
“I love you mom.” I said as a single tear fell from my eye reaching her hand.
The heart monitor beeped one more time before a long beep filled the room.
I sat down and covered my face with my hands.
What else could go wrong?
I sat outside staring down at my black skirt.
The preacher went on about how they are happier since they have joined their father God.
What about me?
My brown hair fell into my face as I looked up seeing two caskets side by side. I know now why they had gone.
::Flash back::
“Lauren Gregory?” the doctor came up to me with his notepad in hand.
I looked up at him. I had been sitting outside of my mom’s room as they examined her.
He smiled sympathetically at me and handed me a bag.
“These are the things we could recover from your parent’s car.” he said looking down at the bag.
I nodded
He got the point and left.
My hands were shaking as I opened the bag and slowly took it contents out.
My dad’s wallet, my mom’s purse, my dad’s jacket, my CD player I had left in the car on accident, and a small little wrapped box.
I took the box and unwrapped it slowly. Inside was a blue velvet box.
I ran my fingers over the velvet eyeing it.
I opened it and saw something shiny.
A silver cross with five diamond incrusted in it.
I lifted it up and stared at it. I had been looking at this exact one at the store one time my parents took me shopping.
A note fell out when I lifted it.
I picked it up and opened it.
Dear Lauren,
I know it’s not a car, but that will come soon and this Is what we can afford right now. We’ve been saving up get you this. We just want you to know how proud we are of you and we love you so much. Happy birthday sweetie.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
I stared at the paper in my hand. That’s why they were gone. It’s because of me.
::End::
As the last grain of sand was thrown down on the caskets they were finally going down six feet under and I was the only one left sitting there. Watching them lower them down. Them…my parents….the ones who raised me….the ones who loved me…I’m alone.
I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see a man about early forties. His solid black hair had some streaks of gray but the sympathetic smile he gave me did not confirm his strong presence.
“Lauren? Hi. I’m Paul. Paul Jordan. You probably don’t remember me but your parents and I went to high school together and well…they were my best friends.” Paul said looking into my eyes.
I looked back down at my skirt clearly not in the mood to hear his life story.
He was silent seeing my reaction.
“Well. I’m going to take you to your house so everyone won’t be worried.” he said looking over at the limo that awaited us.
I nodded and got up. I started to walk, but turned my head to look at the now lower caskets. I walked over to them and stared at the two holes. I threw one white rose into each of them. They landed gracefully into the middle. I touched my lips and brought them back out as if to kiss them good-bye. Goodbye…goodbye is such a harsh word.