Thanks for reading! The entire story will be through Max's eyes with the exception of some parts. I hope you enjoy and reviews/constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Seconds stretched out in to minutes as realization slowly dawned upon me. I was having a great time at my friend's party, dancing to the loud music and talking to the people I knew when I received the phone call. The words came out of my sister's mouth slowly and painfully. Our mom is dead. Ella choked down her tears and hung up, leaving me stunned. I walked out of the heavily crowded house in silence, allowing the cool air to envelope me in a dreary silence. The few street lights that were there illuminated a few patches on the road. I sat under one of them, curling in to a ball and sobbing in to my legs. I only wore a tank top and jeans so I am freezing.
My mom is dead. She was the last of my adult family. Now its just Ella and I fending for ourselves. We have nobody else to turn to now.
"Why?" I sobbed in to my jeans, tears clouding my vision as I looked around for any people watching me. I'm alone. Everything inside of me felt empty and the sound from inside the house sounded muted to me. I felt like a piece of me had been torn out. "No, no... No. NO!" I got out of my balled position as stood up, walking to the nearest metal lamp post and punching it. After the first few punches my knuckles had already numbed. I continued punching at it and screaming, my throat becoming dry. I continued punching the lamp post, alternating between fists and trying my best to dent it in some way or another.
I cried out as I still punched furiously, my knuckles becoming severely bloodied. I did not stop at the sight. I continued punching until the pain in my hands became so severe that I couldn't punch any more. I growled, running to the nearest patch of grass and leaping in to it, wiping my bloodied hands off in to it. Pain flooded through my arm like a river. It is consistent and relentless. Rage filled my mind and soon the depression came back.
A few seconds later the house the party was being held in had its door opened and Nudge burst out, running directly for me. I could hardly see her blurry shape through my tears. Others followed behind her and they all quickly brought me up from the wet grass, all of them lifting me up from my fury within a heartbeat. They pulled me inside as I cried, the knowledge that I will never say hello, goodbye, good night, see ya, or love you to her ever again. She helped me through so much and now she was just gone.
When Nudge and some of her friends pulled me in to the house music suddenly pounded my ears, drowning out all of my thoughts. I wasn't able to think straight; too much is happening at once. People are still dancing, oblivious to the incident and there is also a small crowd of people hovered over the couch, watching me and asking questions. I felt my eyes closing. My day has been long and my heart feels like it has been stolen.
My mother is dead.