|The Story of a Girl
Author: ThroughMyPain PM
Aurora was only ten when the accident happened. She doesn't remember much after that. She doesn't know why the people look at her family weird. She's heard the whispers: crazy, schizophrenic, ghost whisperer. She knows that they will never understand.Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,133 - Updated: 12-13-12 - Published: 11-29-12 - id: 3078702
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She remembered the cards and the gifts and the casseroles but she never understood why her neighbors addressed her in that solemn stare repeating "I'm sorry for your loss" over and over like a talking doll that you pulled the string on to hard and it was stuck on a loop. She didn't know what loss to which they were referring to. Sure, her family's car had been crushed like a little spider you find in your shower but why would so many people be upset about a car?
The nurse from the hospital had moved in with Aurora for reasons she could not quite define. Whenever she asked, though, Xandra just looked startled and replied some short answer like "Oh, because I needed a place to say and your dad offered to let me stay with you guys for awhile." Satisfied with the answer, Aurora would turn back to her breakfast and they would eat the rest in silence.
"Hey, Dad, do you have two dollars I could borrow to buy a water at school?" I screamed to him as he got dressed in his room. I thought of the beautiful red paint soaked into the walls, she remembered the etchings carved into the red paint: huge twisting ribbons and swirls that made Aurora think of fingerprints. She remembered her dad and her lying on their backs on the floor staring at the ceiling telling each other the stories that were being told by the crevasses. It's a princess being swept away at the ball, her huge flowing gown swishing about her ankles, it was stars rising in memorial of great heroes of old, the wind blowing furiously at the clouds that blocked a tiny towns sunshine as the townspeople cheered the wind on, and it was spirits flying to their new home; among the many spirits was the spirit of Aurora's mother smiling down at her as if she knew something secret, something hidden.
Her dad walked into the kitchen still struggling to tie his tie. "No, Sis, I don't. Sorry." He always called her Sis; he said that it was because she reminded him so much of his sister. It used to bug her but now she had grown used to it. He walked over, kissed her on the forehead and said, "Bye, have a good day."
Aurora didn't say anything, just nodded her head. She let out a small goodbye as he left. Aurora was all alone at the table now. Xandra had finished her coffee and probably went to the bathroom to change out of her huge pj pants and into her scrubs. Aurora felt the tears coming and she didn't know why they insisted on coming but they did. Aurora got up from the table, put her dishes away, and walked to Tarrant's bedroom. She flipped the switch and stared at the little 6 year old wrapped in the big cartoon quilt she had bought for him last year for Christmas. She went straight into tickling his tiny belly until he woke up giggling and playfully swatting her hands away.
"Morning Sissy." He said with a yawn. "Is it time to get up?"
"Well of course! I'm not one of those crazy people who wakes little bubbies up at all of hours of the night?"
"Yes!" he giggled some more and climbed out of bed. I got his outfit together while he was rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to go to my school today. Can I go to yours?"
"Only if you want to learn college algebra."
"Oh that sounds boring. I'll go to my school. Sissy….."
"What is it bubby?" I asked but he didn't reply just started getting dressed, pulling his shirt over his head until his head popped through his neck hole. I kissed his small forehead and said, "Okay, Xandra is gonna drive you to school. Love you, bye."
"I love you too Sissy!" he said as he ran over to tackle me in a hug. I ruffled his floppy hair and walked out of the house to catch my bus.