Hello everyone,

I know for some this story might be familiar. It's currently a story that I first wrote in my language (French), on another account which I forgot the password and the address (Screw me) ..

Anyway, I decided to publish it again on this account so I hope you like it.

PS : Mila's mute dialogs are in italics and the paragraphs in italics and underline are passages from her diary.

Enjoy !

Chapter one : Summertime Sadness

Dear Diary,

It's said that there are five stages of mourning. Denial. Anger. The negotiation. Depression and finally, acceptance. Five simple words that solve a tragedy of life into a banality. I would like to think like that but as John Irvin said. "When you lose someone, when you don't expect it, you don't lose it at once; we lose it piece by piece. "
I guess if you're referring to the stages, I'm in the fourth phase. I don't know how I feel about it. In fact, I feel no more at all.
Today is the day of school and I know I should be writing how I would do everything to take control of my life. God knows Elena is probably writing this right now but I'm not her.
In fact, she and I are the opposite. When she spent her time getting her busy summer to avoid her phases of self-pity. I was cloistered between the four walls of my room just staring into space and waiting for the days to pass.
Until yesterday, I had been like that and had not said a single word. It was always the case, by the way. I had never been a great speaker anyway. I preferred to observe in silence and passed through. And that was how I started my year. Silently …

I closed the notebook worn by the years and let my fingers dragged on the engraving with nostalgia. It was a gift from my mother. She always said that writing was the cure for madness and I always laughed for it knowingly. If I did not have this notebook, I would have sunk. Well, much more than I already have.

I got up from my bed with my notebook still in my hand and knelt on my floor. I became aware of the noise coming from the floor in a state of preservation and pulled the lath of the floor before hiding my notebook in the sight of all. I had discovered this hideout from the day Jeremy, my twin had dared to read my journal.

If I was the opposite of Elena, I was even more of my own twin. In fact, I was the strange one among my family or rather among those who stayed.

I could already hear the hysterical voices of Aunt Jenna and Elena from below, so I took my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I did not even bother to check my outfit, not really worrying about it. I already knew that I wore a simple black T-shirt and black skinny jeans and a pair of black and white vans. Total look, black. Typically, cliché depressive you will tell me but wait to see the total look smashed my brother. Everyone knew he had been on drugs since the parents' deaths, yet no one moved a finger. I guess it was the same for me. My silence scared them just like my amorphous state and yet, like Jeremy, they did nothing.

No, not that it would make any difference anyway. I was too stubborn to even listen and did not care what people thought of me. Unlike

Jeremy it was not a desperate act of call for attention. No ! I was so and I indulged in silence.

When I took the kitchen step, I could feel every eye on me as I walked over to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup. I totally ignored their eyes knowing that they would not delay continuing with their routine and raised the cup to my lips.

As I had planned, Jenna soon resumed her hysterical stimulation.

"Oh! This is your first day of classes and I am already completely overwhelmed. '' She admits before handing us bills in front of our eyes.'' Money for lunch? ''

"No, that's fine." Elena politely refused, shaking her hand.

Talk for you. It makes us more.

I took the bills just like Jeremy and put down my cup before taking Elena's share in front of Jenna and my dear sister and brother.

I stared at each other, challenging them to say something and nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders when I knew they were going to keep their thoughts to themselves.

"At least it's a reaction." I heard Jenna mutter quietly to Elena and was dying to roll her eyes.''Something else ? Pencil, another important forgetting? "

I looked up at the clock knowing that she had a class in just a few minutes and Elena took it upon me.

With a silly smile, she reminded her of her thesis and as I had planned, Jenna panicked completely. She tidied up all her books in a messy bag and untied the elastic band of her long hair, leaving her Venetian curls fallen to her back just as she said she was late. And then, ran through the door in a gust of wind. Leaving the three of us in heavy silence.

As Elena turned to Jeremy with that empathic look, I could not help but roll my eyes in anticipation of what was coming.

"Are you okay?" She asked Jeremy, knowing that I would not bother to answer and Jeremy's grunt was almost instantaneous. '' Stop with that. ''

He poured his cup into the sink and took off in a matter of seconds. Elena turned to me probably getting the same question and I did not even bother to listen to her as I walked out of the kitchen and walked straight for the door.

I grabbed my leather jacket on the way and put it on before closing the door behind me and down the steps.

My car was patiently waiting in the driveway and I walked straight to my red SUV, brand new.

For everything I was dealing with, Elena was going to high school with Bonnie Bennett aka Elena's best friend in chief and then there was Caroline Forbes, the friend to insecurity and tactlessness.

I did not hate anyone. No really. But I did not feel much interest in them, that's all. There was a time when my brother and I were close but that was before.

On my way to high school, I watched the busy streets and shops of the small town of Mystic Falls and frowned at the strange sight of crows. They were not prevalent in the area and for all I knew, they had bad reputations. I scoffed at the reputations and continued my observation until I arrived on the already filled high school car park.

After parking, I shut off the engine and took my bag in the back seat before getting out of the cockpit and locked the doors with a long breath.

It was the moment.

The moment I had to face the empathic glances I hated so much. I did not like being in the center of attention let alone complaining. All I wanted was to go unnoticed and being one of the new orphans of the city was not helping.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the corner of the local drug addicts and I shook my head sadly at the sight of Jeremy, Vicki Donovan and Tyler Lockwood who seemed in full argument.

These two were also Elena's friends and well, Vicki not so much. She was mostly Matt's older sister who was Elena's ex-boyfriend and for all I knew, they did not get along so well. If only Elena knew that Vicki and Jeremy had been sleeping together all summer, she would probably be close to syncope.

How did I know? Easy, I told you that when we shut up and observe the environment, we could see things that people didn't pay attention to.

I drowned in the sea of teenagers and paced the corridors for my locker. From the moment I arrived in front of the metal door, I dialed my code. 58: 32: 66. and opened the door to lighten my bag and closed the door and the locks.

Just as I was about to go to class, I hit a trunk hard, obvious as muscular as I took a step back to the impact and dropped my stuff in clumsiness.

I immediately fell on my knees and tried to pick up my things in haste.

'' I am really sorry. I didn't see you and ... I'm really sorry."The young man apologized, almost nervous as he began to help me pick up my things and I looked up to meet the greenest eyes that I had never seen.

It was not really their colors that interested me the most but the experience they carried in them. It was as if, one could immediately feel in such eyes. It was almost scary and at the same time fascinating.

My eyes drifted a little more on him. He had a strong square jaw and slightly pale skin. From what I could see and felt, he possessed a strong build and broad shoulders. I could easily compare him to one of those models my sister drooled over all the time.

Not speaking, I sat up with my things and saw him handing me one of my books with a sheepish smile. "I'm Stefan. Stefan Salvatore. ''

Salvatore? I was gauging him now with suspicion. I knew only one Salvatore and he lived alone in a huge manor and had no descendants.

The more I took in his person and the more a feeling of gold was released. I did not really know what to think about it but chose to think later as I took the book he handed me and put out my hand to shake his.

He eyed my hand with an eyebrow raised in curiosity before squeezing it with a friendly smile."I didn't hear a name."

Well, it was going to have to do as I shrugged and tightened my books against my chest as I walked to my next class.

I could easily feel his eyes piercing holes with confusion and curiosity in my back and I continued my merry way with the thought of this Stefan Salvatore.

Overall, the day had gone out of focus and I was already at my last class without even noticing it.

Thanks to my studious notes, I had gone to the next grade and, for my greatest boredom, found myself in the same class of history as my dear sister. I could already feel her vicious little chocolate brown eyes following me the moment I walked in the door and I was now heading to my usual place in the middle of the second row from the windows just to see it was already busy.

I raised my eyebrows with a slight surprise at the sight of Stefan sitting in my place before letting my stoic face take shape.

At sight, the boy gave me a bright smile making me nervous at the same time since I knew that most of my sister's friends and my sister were watching us closely.

I decided to leave him my place to avoid getting more attention and I sat at the seat not far from his before refocusing my attention to the front of the class. My worst nightmares came just then, and I was already dreading this year with his mere sight.

Mr. Tanner.

Man was a real scourge of education and I wondered each year why he was still in that position. The only real pleasure he got in his profession was when he belittled his students and I could tell you that he was happy to target the Gilbert family. Partly because of Jeremy but I knew that I was his favorite target. After all, I was the only one who could endure his insults without flinching once.

However, he might have been introspective and decided to leave me in peace or he was acting like everyone else, out of pity as he continued his whole course, barely giving me a hateful look.

On the other hand, I could easily notice the long exchanges of glances across the room between Stefan and Elena.

Well, it looks like she did well to undervalue Matt. Not that I had anything against the football star quarterback, but it was way too easy for Elena. She needed something much more ... adventurous.

Finally the bell rang interrupting my thoughts and I was in a hurry to pick up my things in relief to have done through the day and headed straight for the exit.

I had left half of my stuff in my locker, so I did not have to go back to my SUV and get into the comfort of my room.

I would probably go through some books or even playing my guitar before doing my homework and writing in my diary before dinner and eventually going to bed. A boring life you will say but that was exactly what I needed. After the loss of all my haunts on the death of my parents, I needed to get some semblance of normality again and since I did not really like anything, it was already a great victory for me.

I was halfway to my car when a familiar voice chanting my name stopped me in my step. I turned my back with a raised eyebrow and saw Elena running straight to me with a broad smile.

"Hey! I wanted to know if you wanted to go and see Mom and Dad with me? "She suggested, hoping and I had to restrain myself from looking at her with an annoyed grimace.

Of course, that would be great! A bond of bonding sister to the cemetery. I'm going now, with this step.

Instead, I just nodded, lowering Elena's expression in a worried frown and took the step back to my SUV.

I climbed into the driver's seat and girded myself before putting the engine on once Elena had fastened herself. I could see the growing anxiety on Elena's face as we rolled and could not blame her.

After being in the accident with the parents, it was quite understandable. Even me who had not been in the accident, I had become much more distressed at the wheel.

I could see out of the corner of my eye as Elena is in her seat, constantly throwing hesitant glances at me and just wanted to scream at her to say what she had on her damn mind already, but instead I was totally impassive.

Finally, Elena turned to me with that softening look that I dreaded.

"'Mila," she called softly, making me look at her from the side as she listened. "You can't keep shut up in silence."

A little that I can!

I could see Elena looking at me expectantly but kept my lips closed by refocusing my attention on the road.

"Damn it, Mila." Elena sighed, sounding frustrated as she repositioned herself in her seat."You haven't said a single word since the funeral and you kept shutting yourself in your room all the time this summer. I'm worried about you.''

She did not have to be. I lived fully my life like that and I did not want attention. I just wanted ... I wanted to be left alone. To myself and no longer feel that empty interior hollow that continued to follow me wherever I went.

I wanted to walk into my house again and feel the smell of mom's special muffins. I wanted to go to the living room and find daddy watching a Yankees game with Jeremy and more, I wanted my life before. But we all knew that it was impossible, so I would remain locked in my silence and continue to put my life in order, my way.

I switched off the engine, once in front of the graveyard doors and remained anchored in my seat as Elena again looked desperate to hear my voice. '' Mil, you know that's not what parents would like for you. At least, Jeremy, I can help him with the pills but you. You don't say anything. "

I wanted to tell her that it was because I was broken beyond the repairable but remained silent looking straight ahead.

''Are you listening to me?" Barked Elena, exasperated now as she grabbed my face for me to look into her eyes." Say something. I don't know, make a sound. Talk to me, Mila! Please. "

She exploded, imploring as her gaze softened in despair as she saw I was slightly startled at her glare.

She pulled away, grabbing her bag in exasperation, and got out of the car, slamming the door hard to emphasize her anger. I straightened up, following her fleeing figure through the graveyard gate and sank back into my seat, looking up at the sky with a sigh.

I stood there watching the gray ceiling of my SUV, without feeling anything except this pain sweeping all my other emotions.

I wanted to scream, cry, say how painful I was, but this pain paralyzed me completely. It was a part of what kept me from talking. I could not do anything without feeling this presence. It was like those people who had a limb amputated and could still feel it. This pain, this pain was like a person in its own right. She was with me every moment and whatever, what I was trying to get her off, she was there.

I did not know how long I sat there, staring into space and thoughts jostling in my mind but when Elena got back into the passenger seat. She had an intriguing expression. She smirked, but frowned, pensive. I wondered what could have put her in this state but kept as usual for me.

I had driven to the house in a quasi-religious silence and had returned home following Elena. No words exchanged between us. She had gone up to her room and I had made my way in mine. It was like that the rest of the way was past.

I was on my bed when an idea came up. Elena's words still hung in my mind and whatever, what I did, they kept coming back at a gallop. I gauged my pair of Vans in indecision before getting up on a whim and put them on before grabbing my leather jacket on the back of my desk chair and checking the pockets for my car keys before I donning.

I rushed down the stairs with a determined step by jumping the last two steps before stopping in my walk at the sight in front of me. On the doorstep was Stefan Salvatore, who seemed as surprised as I was and looked between Elena and me with a puzzled frown.

Elena also noticed his confusion and went back and forth between me and Stefan.

"Stefan, I'll introduce you Mila. My little sister. " Elena introduced, turning to me and I rolled my eyes the use of little. "Mila, it's Stefan Salvatore."

'' Oh! We've met once before." Explained Stefan with a smile to my attention," I knew I would get your name. "

Elena's expression darkened at this statement and she looked at Stefan, nervous. "Mila ... Mila doesn't really talk anymore."

''Oh! " It was all Stefan could get as he put his confused eyes on me. '' She speaks sign language? "

He suggested make me roll my eyes again.

I was not dumb or even deaf. Why people automatically thought about that. I could see Elena's nervousness grow as she gesticulated quietly and I turned to her waiting for her to explain that.

'' No. She just stopped talking."She answered, softly the sadness seeped into her voice and it was more than I could take.

I walked to the door ignoring the surprise and confusion on Stefan's face and passed him on my way to my car. I could feel their gaze on me until I pulled out on the road and even then, I was sure they had followed me until I was out of sight.

She did not have to act as sad or even nervous about it. It was just how I was, and she should accept it sooner or later. Although it would be better, early.

I drove for a good half hour without really knowing where I was going and finally, received the desire for nutrition. It was rather strange for me since I had not felt satiety for a long time. I even lost more than ten pounds in the summer and had to buy new clothes, two sizes below. I had never been fat in the first place, but I was more fit than I am now. Although it did not matter to me. It was not like I cared about my appearance.

I parked in the familiar parking lot of the Grill. A bar where most of the city met almost every night and the teenagers liked to hang out. I felt a slight apprehension about going out since I had not been out for several months and had to take a deep breath to calm my heartbeat and my anxiety down. I removed the keys from the contact and checked my pockets for my cell phone and my wallet before going down and walking through the front door.

From the moment I stepped inside the bar, I was enveloped by that rustic warmth and pop music that swept away and swept the room quickly. As I had expected, most of the teenagers were already there and were advocating on the pool tables or the multiple booths.

POV Elena

Elena was sitting at one of the Mystic Grill booths next to Stefan and in front of Bonnie and Caroline who kept questioning Stefan for information when Bonnie looked up, widening her eyes in disbelief to rest her eyes on Elena.

'' Oh my God." She exhaled, alerting everyone to the table. "Elena, you should watch this."

Elena looked in the direction that Bonnie looked like everyone else at the table and the brunette's eyes widened as she saw her little sister standing at the entrance.

She seemed nervous as she watched her surroundings and Elena could not help worrying about her. It was already difficult with Jeremy under the drugs, but Mila was an even harder problem to handle. She did not know what to do to make her talk again.

Whenever she saw her, she looked blank and that expression annihilated as if she carried all the pain on her shoulders. She knew that the death of their parents had particularly affected her sister since she was closest to them, but she did not understand why she stopped talking. Before, she had always been more or less reserved, but she spoke, smiled and acted like a teenager now, she only looked like an empty shell having lost all its essence.

"We should tell her to come with us. Don't you think?" Bonnie suggested, posing her hesitant brown orbs on Elena.

'' Why? It's not like she's going to be part of the conversation." Caroline escaped and Elena let her gaze on her in disbelief. The blonde had the decency to look sheepish as she looked away.'' Sorry. ''

"She's been around like this for a long time?"Questioned Stefan, immediately drawing Elena's attention to him with envy.

The coppery brown stared at Elena and she felt her heart pounding under her piercing gaze.

He had had the gift of making her feel like that ever since they met each other in the men's restroom or rather in front of the men's restroom and she had not felt so alive since her parents' death. It was as if he could make her feel like the only girl in the room with one glance. Then she remembered that he had asked a question about Mila and she looked back at her sister to find that she was gone.

She immediately looked for her through the Grill and her eyes fell when she found her sitting alone at one of the booths with a menu in her hands.

"Since her parents died." Bonnie explained, taking Elena's lack of response for a moment of painful inattention.

'' But she's never been a talkative type. '' Caroline, in turn, resumed her gossiping tone and Elena turned around with a frown. "Or has never really had any friends."

'' Really?" Stefan rebuked, his tone slightly astonished as he frowned as he thought back to his earlier introduction with the young Gilbert.

"Mila has always been more studious and reserved. That's why she skipped a class." Bonnie explained, giving Elena a worried look for fear she was saying something bad.

She was well aware of Elena's ragged relationship with her sister and how it was reaching her.

Stefan, who had noticed Elena's moody mood, turned to her.

"I'm sure it'll be fine with her." He said softly, looking attentively at the pretty brunette and staring at her, stunned.

There was a silence around the table as Elena and Stefan got a tacit exchange of glances and Caroline who watched them with envy popped up to get Stefan's attention back on her again.''By the way Stefan, you're new here then know that there will be a little party tomorrow. "

"Yeah." Bonnie agreed as Stefan and Elena looked at the two girls now. "But like a high school party."

Stefan looked at Elena again. "Are you planning on going?"

Elena was so hypnotized by his eyes that she did not answer at first, and Bonnie took the opportunity to answer in her place, in a cheerful tone.

"Of course, she will go."

POV Mila

I had settled in one of Elena's most distant booths and her friends as I spotted her during my tour of the bar and was surprised to find Stefan by their side.

On the other hand, the looks he had been exchanging with Elena since I was sitting, something was happening.

The waiter who had taken my order came back with the order and gave me a much too bright smile for my taste while laying down my burger, fried and I thanked him with a nod of my head before gauging the food.

Now that I had the food in front of me, I was no longer sure I was very hungry. I had eaten a tiny amount for so long that I was not sure I could eat it properly.

After measuring the food for more than ten minutes without really doing anything, I got up from my seat and put the money on the table with my dinner intact before making my way to the exit.

The carpark of the Grill had been considerably emptied since my arrival and the dark night enveloped the air all around me. It was almost sinister. Papers flew to the floor like one of these creepy scary movies, and even one of the streetlights flickered on and off.

A frown stained my face as I made my way to my car and I could not possibly stop looking over my shoulder at the slightest sound. It was just as if this feeling of being watched could not leave me.

I hurriedly searched for my keys in a rather frenetic way in my jacket pockets and felt a deep sense of relief when I was in the safety of my SUV. I rested my head on the chassis with a long sigh and glanced at the Grill and its lights.

I could definitely call that night a failure.

I lay on my bed, my eyes riveted on the ceiling and my long brown hair spreading around me. A silence enveloped me and only Jenna's thundering steps from the first floor could be heard. I knew I had to get up and get ready for high school, but I did not want to move.

Sometimes the hollow in my chest was so deep that I no longer had the strength to get up and face the reality. Today was one of these days.

It was the effect of depression. We never knew when she was going to hit the hardest.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

The irritating noise beckoned me, and I frowned, arching my head to the side to find that the source of the noise was a crow beaching on my window. As if he had felt my gaze, he stopped hitting and was now just watching me with his head bowed, almost with ... curiosity.

If it was not a funny bird, I did not know what had happened.

I shrugged and returned to my silent observation of the ceiling. It was an alabaster white and some plaster crack had formed over the years. I used to think that every little crackle represented how broken I was.

I heard the opening of the door of my room and could feel the new presence at my side. I remained motionless like a statue and kept my very position. The sigh of termination was soon heard, followed closely by the closing of the door and I knew I was alone again.

Figure, that today would be a day of absence.

After a few hours of morbid contemplation, the noises stopped and only the sound of my regular breathing could be heard. I finally decided to get out of bed and walked straight for my dresser and grabbed the first clothes I could get. That is, skinny black jeans, a dark green long-sleeved T-shirt and my old pair of tennis shoes.

Once dressed, I went down the stairs and grabbed my jacket on the flight before heading out onto the deserted streets of Mystic Falls.

The whole city was busy working or to go to high school, the place where I should be right now. But instead, I wandered the streets of Mystic Falls with my hands in my jacket pockets and did not really know where I was going.

At one point, I had dug into the familiar woods of the city and now walked between the trees and the greenery of the forest.

The leaves were crunching under my feet and my hair was flying in the fresh air. The forest had the gift of soothing my pain, it was as if, the silence made me a little more alive. More myself, in a sense.

It was crazy, but I felt safe through the woods.

That was why I was surprised to jump at the next crackling noise that followed. I turned around alertly and widened my eyes at the sight of a man.

'' Take it easy. I did n't want to scare you." He said with his hands raised in surrender, but something told me he was lying.

Maybe it was his sly smile or the way his bluish orbs shone with intensity.

For the second time in two days, I let myself be absorbed by the boy's eyes and couldn't discern any feeling. It was as if, it was empty and hollow inside. It reminded me of myself somehow and I let my eyes hang around with more curiosity about him.

He had that dark, almost sinister aura, and that was not just because he wore a total black look.

Bad boy black leather jacket, black jeans, black shirt and black biker boot. He must have been in his twenties. His features were angular and his jaw protruding. His pale skin contrasted with his jet-black hair in a messy style and I could not help but think about Stefan.

Something in this guy reminded me of Salvatore but I did not really know if that was a good thing or a terrible thing.

Honestly, if I could feel the dark attraction at Stefan's, I could still feel goodness but in this guy, everything was darkness.

I had goosebumps, so much that I took a step back unconsciously that did not escape the piercing gaze of the man.

''What is a little girl like you doing alone in the woods?" He questioned as he took a step forward with that mocking smile again and I frowned at the appellation.

I was certainly small but I was not a little girl.

"Well, the cat lost his tongue? ''

There was no way in hell I was going to answer him, let alone stay around.

This guy was scary, and I was not going to stay longer to see my thoughts proved. If that happened, he was a psychopath crawling through the woods in search of his victims.

I started to walk in the direction I had come, but he was at my side in a split second with a thick frown.

"It is impolite to ignore people." He said in a sermon tone even though the fun was much more prominent in his voice to be taken seriously. "Your parents never taught you that? ''

Honestly, I did not know what had taken me. If it was the climbing irritation that this guy was giving me where then my inner panic about his insistence but the next words that left my lips were full of hate and coldness to take your breath away.

"They're dead, asshole."

The sound of my voice was enough for me to stop in my walk and I looked straight ahead, eyes wide in the realization.

One, I had spoken. Two, I had insulted a hypothetical psychopath and three, I had spoken.

"I'm sorry." He said with respect and I stared incredulously at him.

His expression told me he was anything but sorry. If it was something, had fun by my tantrum.

I shook my head, annoyed and turned to get away from this jerk but unfortunately for me, he fell into the steps with me, without any effort.

He probably had to be several more heads than me and had long legs, allowing him to easily support the pace. To say that it did not reassure me in the least was a euphemism.

''So you still have not answered my question. '' Did he intervene in his tone? '' What is a little girl like you doing in the woods alone? ''

It appears I had repressed anger as I clenched my fists tightly and felt my nails dug into my palms and casted my angry look on him.

"One, I'm not a little girl." I broke coldly, raising his eyebrows, hilarious, and accenting my frown as I lowered my voice. "Two, it's not yours damn business.''

'' Hum. The cat has claws." He taunted with a smirk before frowning thoughtfully and was in a moment in front of me. I recoiled in shock with eyes wide in disbelief and his smile fell, dark. '' Why are you alone in the woods? ''

I could not help but feel the pull of his eyes and his dilated pupils sending me into a sort of soporific mist.

I wanted to keep quiet and I was good in this area of habit but felt as if I could not control my body anymore. Neither my mind nor my mouth or my lips.

"It soothes my pain." I replied, my lips trembling as my tone seemed monotonous.

The man raised an eyebrow at my answer before narrowing his eyes at me.

''Why? "It was all he said.

My mind was hitting and screaming inside me not to answer him and wanted more than anything to escape. I did not want to answer him. To him or to anyone. It hurt. Just thinking of the answer I would give. I knew that as soon as the words left my lips, I could no longer be in control of myself or of my emotions, for that matter. Thinking was something but saying it out loud was another.

'' Because ... because I'm broken. '' My tone was always the same but silent tears had started to flow down my cheeks and I could feel my heart sinking in my chest as everything overwhelmed me whip.

It was over, everything. Everything was over. My parents were dead in this accident and nothing and no one will be able to bring them back. I could never see them again. The pain that occupied my body exploded in several pieces and the weight of the realization was so powerful that I felt my knees yielded beneath me. First my knees, then my hands then came my cheek. I felt the earthy soil and the crackling of the leaves under my weight but I was too weak to make the slightest gesture. I stayed on the side, lying in a rifle and sinking my nails into the ground to get a grip but that was useless. Darkness enveloped me. I knew it.

I was sinking.

I had been out and in consciousness for several hours already and I felt someone carried me. The warmth of his touch, the comfort of his shoulder and the strength of his arms.

Then came the sound. It was deafening, almost irritating, and I realized someone was hailing me. I did not want to open my eyes. No. I wanted to stay in the abyss that was eternal sleep. Life was pain, painful. Death was peaceful, easy ...
I did not want to feel that anymore. None of it mattered now.

"Mila! Hey! Mila! You hear me? Mila? "That irritating voice again.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking myself in a panicked state and I had to flick my eyelashes in the consciousness.

I slowly opened my eyes to meet Elena's worried brown orbs hovering over me with concern,"Oh my god, Mila. You're frozen. ''
Now that she said it, I could feel the chills crawling along my body and I started shaking like a leaf.

My teeth clashed, causing a steady slap and I closed my arms on me in a vain attempt to keep me warm.

It was dark now and I could easily discern where I was. It seems like I was lying on our swing, but the thing is, I did not remember going to sleep here.

Elena frowned as she scanned my face and looked down at my face. '' God, where have you been? You're covered with leaves and dirt."

She pulled a leaf from my tangled hair as a sign of proof, but I could not say anything.

The pain was still there, paralyzing me and her gaze softened in sympathy. "Come on. We'll clean you up. "

I felt her hands snake into my back to get up and she had to put all her strength to hold me against her. I did not really help but it did not matter to me. I was unable to do anything anyway.