Hey there this is my first original story so I'm up for constructive criticism in fact I'm up for flames I really want to know your honest opinion.

This story is strictly mine and I'm willing to take anyone who copies it to court. Understood? Good.

Okay so lets start.

1. I'm hallucinating now?

My name is Amelia Wilson and this is my story, I guess it all started on July 22nd 2012 when my life was turned upside down, and it would be a good thing but I wouldn't learn that for long in fact not for six years and until that point it would be the worst day of my life…

I sat in my bedroom in front of the mirror happily doing my hair because me and my twin sister, Abigail or Abbey as everyone called her, were throwing a party, it was the end of the year and we ere ecstatic. My mum and Abbey were out getting the last touches for the party some sprinkles for the cake that had one Week left! (We were going on holiday As soon as school finished.) Written on it balloons etcetera.

Suddenly the door bell rang; I rolled my eyes they must have forgotten the keys, again.

"Coming!" I called putting down my straighteners and bounding off down stairs grinning.

"You guys really should-"said opening the door, expecting to see Abbey and my Mum standing there but instead there was a man with very short grey hair who was about five foot five and a taller skinny women with long Blonde hair that fell over her shoulders who was about five foot eleven and that was without the four inch heels she was wearing. "Oh sorry I thought you were someone else," I smiled at them, trying to work out who they were, they didn't have a child with them so they weren't here for the party, "I don't mean to be rude but who are you?"

The women smiled at me, but her face showed something that looked like sympathy or pity, "I'm Caroline this is Harry we're with the Police can we come in?"She said showing her ID; she was indeed with the police.

"Amy," I frowned "I guess but I don't know what this is about your welcome to wait until my mum gets home though."
"Actually we need to talk to you; you see there was an accident on the main road,"

"Okay I don't see how that has anything to do with me, but was anyone hurt?"

"Actually yes two people well they died two people who you know, two people you live with."

"Wait what?" My brain wasn't working, I had heard her wrong or something, because it sounded like she just Abbey and mum were dead, and that can't be true it just can't be.

"I am so, so sorry, a drunk driver was speeding at about a ninety miles an hour on the bridge, he swerved onto the wrong side of the road and collided with your car, he knocked it off the bridge and..."

She stopped but I couldn't hear her anyway I was still trying to process this; we sat in silence for a long time when finally I said "What happened to him?"

"Who?" She asked evidently more than a little surprised by my state of calm, but it was only superficial my insides were squirming, burning and freezing ,exploding and shrinking all at the same time.

"The other driver the one that..."

"We're not allowed to release that information." The man said speaking for the first time.

"You freaking can! My mother and twin just died I have NOTHING left and you expect me to accept that I don't know what happened to the-" I stopped myself from swearing remembering how much they had hated it when I did "moron that did this to them, well news flash I won't."

"Harry a word please" they walked off into the corner and started whispering, what they didn't know is that I'd always had amazing hearing, Mum used to say that I was half bat. Tears began to run down my face but I pushed them back and listened to their conversation.

"Harry, she deserves to know."

"Caroline, No! She's a child she will get mad and then god knows what she'll do!"

"Exactly she's a child what's the worst she can do?"
"I don't know but people can hold grudges and I really don't care to find out what is the worst she can do."

"Harry, that guy is the reason her whole family is dead because he couldn't stay sober and drive and he has no major injuries, heck he'll probably only have a scar or two and he could just right those off to a fight and up his rep. He'll gain from her loss eve if it was an accident so; I think she at least deserves to know."

"He did WHAT?"I screeched,

They turned to me surprised, "You heard that?"

"Yes I did, and now that I know that- that thing is still alive and there not oh so help me god he better be put in prison put in prison or I will be the murderer!"

The door bell rang, and I remembered the party, and suddenly I realized my best friend was my sister and she was the one who would comfort me the others were just our friends and I couldn't face them because they were just that OUR friends.

I looked at Caroline and Harry pleadingly

"I'll stay with her Harry could you...?"
He nodded and walked out of the door.

We just sat there in silence when something occurred to me "So what's going to happen to me then? I mean I have no family, no idea who my dad is so what's going to happen to me" I already knew the answer I was just hoping I was wrong.

"Well social services will take you and you'll live in an orphanage until your sixteen when you can move out,"

I nodded and closed my eyes, "and what about the house and all their stuff,"

"Well we'd have to check the will but I assume that it is all left to you in which case you can keep it or sell it that's up to you but for now, until your sixteen you're going to have to keep it, then the choice is yours."

I nodded again I was too tired to respond just hearing the news was too much for me, "Excuse me,"

I walked upstairs and into my bedroom. I shut the door and looked around the room that had once been a place of happiness for me was now in the space of half an hour a terrible reminder, I saw my straighteners lying on the table where I had left them, how could I have been so stupid? So wrapped up in such pointless things while they were out there dying, if I was there maybe I could have helped, maybe I would have seen the car and got her to swerve but instead I was doing what? Straightening my freaking hair and it was naturally straight or at least wavy which was much better. I picked them up ignoring the heat and through them across the room, then I began to throw more and more stuff of mine until I reached my locket my simple oval locket that had a picture of me and Abbey on one side and all three of us on the other, it had been a birthday present from my mum and I was planning on wearing it, Abbey all ready had hers' on, with that thought I crumbled to the ground, and let silent tears run down my cheeks, as I remembered the chain had been off Abbey this was the last thing they both gave me and I had done the same for her, bought her a simple silver chain. I had no friends that I would ever be able to talk to again, no family, no nothing I had absolutely nothing I was completely alone and soon social survives would be here to pick me up and I would have to go with them and then at the funeral I would have to face everyone they knew people from school teachers mum colleagues and friends I would have to face the truth in front of the whole world.

I got up of the flaw put the necklace around my neck, and began to quickly clear up the mess this had been my room as well as hers and she had always loved to keep it clean, when we were little she used to say that princesses always had a clean room, it was the least I could do to honour her even in...

I couldn't even bring myself to think the word so I carried on cleaning. Once I was finished I swiftly walked down stairs and into the lounge and said emotionlessly, "The funeral who's arranging it?"

"Right now it falls to your mother's closest friends,"

"I want to do it, it only seems right I know what they wanted, what we all said we wanted..."

"Are you sure, Amy, it's a lot to handle and if you can't do it then we'll all understand," she said softly.

"Look I'm not a baby I can handle this besides, nobody else knows exactly what flowers which cemetery what they want written on their grave stones the fact that it will be a shared Gravestone and that when I die I will also be part of it know one else knows that they want it to be a celebration rather than a mourning a celebration of their life, and instead of having funeral flowers they would want wedding flowers, I know all this because it's what I would want and we are-were so similar so I want to do the funeral not someone who doesn't have a clue."

She looked slightly taken back at the fact I had it all planned out already but then she smiled and nodded, "that can certainly be arranged."

"Thank you."

"Listen Social services are going to be here in a while and then you'll go to the orphanage, tomorrow we'll look over the will and then hopefully by the end of the next two weeks you will have the funeral planned out and set in place."

"Okay."I said trying to keep my cool, "I better go pack some of my stuff then, I'm guessing that you will give me some time over the next couple of weeks to look through there stuff as well box it up so that it stays safe..."

"Of course."

Once again I ran upstairs and began to pack, getting out a suitcase and putting almost all my cloths in it then I started to pick up little things, souvenirs, memories of them Jewellery photos, drawings the little things that matter. But the most important things were not the physical things but the memories, I knew that, I knew that I could have everything they had ever owned but if I didn't hold onto the memories of them then it was useless.

After about an hour the door bell rang once again and I knew this was it I was saying goodbye, tears ran down my cheeks as I remembered why. I had tried to be strong I had but in the end I knew that right now no one would blame me for being slightly week.

So slowly I walked down the stairs barley trying not to think about anything except the movement of my feet, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left-

"Hello you must be Amelia," A sweet voice that I immediately disliked said.

"Amy."I corrected "And yes that's me."

"Hi I'm Stacy I work for soci-"

"Loom I've had a REALLY long day, and I don't mean to be rude but I can't be bothered right now so can we please cut the small talk and leave all ready?"

"Of course." She said.

"Thanks."I walked towards the door and I spotted the pink rubber curly chain that the key hung off, I stared at it for a while and then let out a small chuckle, they really had left the key behind. I picked it up and smiled slightly at it, another one of those small things, that reminded me so much of the good times that it hurt, but it was worth it.

We walked out and locked the door before putting it in my rucksack,

"Would you like me to take that?" Caroline asked me gesturing towards the small suitcase that I had filled with everything I thought the slightest bit important about them.

"Please" I nodded.

She took it off me, then picked it up and took it towards a black sleek car.

She put in the boot before turning to me.

"I'll be going now, but here," she took out a business card and passed it to me "if you need anything don't hesitate to call okay ?And I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten o'clock you'll need to go to talk to your Mum's lawyer about the will, or if you'd prefer Stacy could take you."

I looked at Stacy, "No, its okay I'm sure Stacy is very busy." Or I will have killed her by tomorrow.

She smiled knowingly "I'll see you tomorrow, then and don't forget what I said about calling me." I nodded, something made me believe I would, I may have only known her for about two hours but something about her made me trust her, although the way she said this made me think she was expecting me to call her like I would need help, and that made me nervous.

"I won't and Caroline,"

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for everything," I knew it was strange that I was thanking the person who had given me that terrible news, but she had also been kind to me she had in a way respected me and shown that she thought that I could handle myself and I was thankful for that because I wasn't a kid and I could handle this like a grown and yes it was tragic and yes I felt like crying and crawling in a corner to do it for the rest of my life but I could also do the other things like deal with the news about the other driver and planning the funeral and not being patronized when what I needed was her to trust me so yes I was thankful to her.

"You're welcome."

"Right off we go then." Stacy's voice chimed and it was way to chipper for me right now it usually annoyed when people were chipper but right now this did more than annoy me this made me want to rip her head off with my teeth, for a brief second I looked at Caroline she smiled encouragingly at me and I gave the best smile I could muster which was very small and walked off, I turned and said one last good bye to her before getting in the car shutting the door and starting to plan the funeral in my head. I knew it was strange that I could do this mere hours after I had heard the news but I also knew that if I stopped, if I let myself think for even a moment about what I was doing I wouldn't be able to stop I would be so caught up in grief that I wouldn't be able to plan there funeral perfectly, I wouldn't be able to go through there things all I would be able to do is cry and what use would I be to anyone then? So I didn't think about who's funeral it was I didn't think about the fact that I'd never see them again I just thought about it as if it anyone else's not there's and that I was just going staying at a hotel for a while, while they were away, for some reason, but that was just it we never went anywhere without each other, except when they went out today without me...

No stop. I told myself that won't help, just focus.

So I thought about flowers, and soon I decided of bright beautiful flowers, deciding on purple and cream, I would look up flowers that represent happiness and that relate to them. By the time I had made that decision the car was coming to stop,

"Well here we are your new home; I know you'll fit right in." She said happily.

"Why does everyone else think you're annoying too?" I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing I was just saying that I hoped you were right."

"Oh I'm sure I will be."

"Will I be sharing a room?" I asked, I really wasn't sure after losing Abbey my first roommate I could live with having another one.
"Oh yes, a girl of coarse she's really very nice."

Fantastic, I thought,

"Oh Amy give her a chance she's probably going through the same thing as you." A voice said but it sounded so much like Mums that...

And now I'm hallucinating I thought to myself just brilliant,

"Did she just..."

"Oh that's amazing I can tell her not to feel guilty,"

Okay this was just getting out of hand I could have sworn that was Abbey's voice which wasn't possible so I decided to ask

"Sorry did you say something?"

"No, why did you hear something?"

I shook my head "No you defiantly said something the girl I'd be sharing with." I said quickly covering up what I had thought I had heard. "Sorry I was thinking..."

"Oh I just said that she was really nice."

"Oh thanks," I mumbled.

She opened her door got out and opened mine I stepped out slowly and looked at the building it was tall and the red bricks were graphitised, there were five or six windows on each floor, there was one white frosted glass door at the front, the whole atmosphere of it was uninviting, like it was supposed to look nice but instead it was a horrible place where people were lonely and miserable, I hoped that wasn't a sign, sadly it was a lost hope.

What do you think R&R please.