Prologue
Friday, September 13
I was home, alone, waiting for my mother and Phil to return from an anniversary dinner when the phone rang. Just to tell you I've experienced death before. My sister died of leukemia when she was only eleven, I was eight. But I was not expecting this, the number was unfamiliar yet, I picked it up anyways. It was the hospital, announcing the death of my mother and Phil in a tragic car accident. I said thank you and hung up. I had no time to react because another phone call came telling me that my father, Charlie, had just died in a police car chase. Again, I said thank you and hung up.
I didn't know what to do; now I only had one family member alive, my aunt. I had to think, I had to do something. I had to think, but I was too much to do anything, even crying. The phone rang for a third time, it was my aunt.
"Hello," my voice sounded like I had been crying for hours, yet not a single tear fell from my eyes.
"Hello? Are you alright, honey?" My aunt Elizabeth urgently asked me.
"Um…., I don't know how to say this, I think I might to live with you now." I tried to make my voice sound less coarse.
"Why? Where are your parents?" She asked really worried now.
"Um, they are dead." My voice cracked on the last word.