Chapter One

The Worst Moment of Life: Death

3rd POV

Today had officially been called the worst day ever. Though that saying had been told quite frequently, this was officially the worst day ever for Sicily. Even through all the terrible days she had, sometimes coming home to curl up in her bed to cry, or the times when something important to her was lost, those days were the worst to her. Bu today, nothing could beat it. It was absolutely the worst day ever. And her mother wasn't here to bring her tea loaded with honey, like she usually did when Sicily was down, and neither was her father who would crack his bad "dad jokes" just to make her smile; it always worked, no matter how hard she tried to stop the curving of her lips. Today, their presence was absent, and so, her sadness overwhelmed her tries to be happy, to smile, and pretend everything it okay, that the news she had just received didn't hurt as much as getting hit by a ton of bricks.

Sicily could barely breathe, her chest wracking painfully as her lungs tried to grasp some oxygen desperately. Her once beautiful deep blue eyes, no longer held the grace they once did, and instead, they were rimmed with red, her eyes swelling up at all the tears she let loose. Her hands clutched her long, white locks, pulling at them feverishly. Her heart didn't want to believe it, but her mind saw the truth. In all honesty, she looked terrible; like she just found out her entire family had passed away, which wasn't that farfetched. Her eyes held a haunted gleam, her mind drifting away like leaves in the wind, and past memories were brought up, causing a sting of sting of guilt to make its way over her entire body. She wished she could've been there, maybe could've warned them, maybe, even go with them, but what happened had already been done, and she couldn't even try to make it right. Death was unavoidable, and unfixable.

The news had hit her hard. The moment the words had left the law enforcement officer's mouth the tears came, like it was making its own new river.

Her parents, her sweet, kind hearted parents who helped her through everything, were dead; car crash by a drunken semi driver. Even as her wallowing sobs echoed throughout the police station, causing other's heart to wrench in sadness yet continue on as if nothing happened, the officer explained what happened to them, making her cry even more, making her emotional pain increase ten folds. Shock had caused her fair skin to become a deathly white, much like a ghost, and she felt like she was vanishing away.

There were a lot of people in this world who would said their friends or their significant other are the stone which holds them down, keeps them stabled, but for Sicily Okamoto, it was her dear, and now deceased, parents.

Memories and nostalgia rushed through her brain cells; clouding her mind. She didn't have much she called her own, especially family. Most of her family had passed away when she was only a baby, leaving behind only one sort of close relative. The others were just too far away in the family line that they were considered strangers to Sicily.

Now, the only family she got to call her own, her only best friends who stuck to her like glue through thick and thin were gone, all because a man decided to drink then drive his massive car.

"I'm sorry for your lost," the gruff police man said, obviously awkward with the situation, rubbing the back of his neck in anxiety. Her town was a small town, which meant everybody knew everything about everybody, and when her family moved here they weren't exactly welcomed. In general, Sicily had been known to be the quiet girl, not really speaking out in any way, shape, or form, and got good grades being one of the few freshmen who actually paid attention to the teachers. She generally spent her days in the classroom by her lonesome self, making sure she had a seat in the very, very back so she wouldn't have to face the bullies who tormented her, so she could be far away from the other people who thought of her as a lesser human being. When she was younger, while the children were out on the playground, she stayed inside, sometimes locking herself up in a stall of a bathroom, or going into the classroom's, helping the teachers with their work or working on her homework in private. Even though she was kind to the teachers, more than the other students, the teachers too still disliked the girl, and sometimes said things aloud in class that made Sicily look stupider than she actually was. At first, she would hate herself for even speaking out in the first place, saying it was her own fault she made herself look dumb, but when she grew older and less naïve she realized it was in the end, her teachers doing it on purpose to the town's outcast.

And if they weren't secluded enough, being the only Japanese people in this town didn't help, especially since her parent's English wasn't too great, and was hard to understand with their thick accents. Although Sicily wasn't nearly as bad as her parents, growing up learning both English and Japanese, there were still moments when it was hard to understand her.

But here the white haired girl was, showing more emotion and more of herself that she had ever done in this small town. However, Sicily didn't care at all; let them watch. She never cared about what they thought of her, never cared that they didn't want to hang around a Japanese girl, never cared about how she chose to keep to herself instead of standing out. The only thing she cared about, were her parents. True, there had been a time she cared of what people thought of her, making sure she never cried at school from all the other children's cruel and sick words. She always went home for that, where she knew she wouldn't be judged.

Instead of answering the man, she continued to sob, ignoring the man who could've cared less about her before. She knew he was only here, comforting her in his own weird way, because she had lost her family, nothing more, and nothing less.

"Again, I am sorry, and I'm sure you're in shock right now, but when need to know if you have any intermediate family we can send you to live with." The officer continued, no longer caring about the crying girl before him. He knew for a fact that she didn't have any more family in town, so it meant she would be gone, no longer his problem. Even though he felt bad for her, he still felt the same as the other folks in this town about her: not caring. She was just a girl, a loner, the town misfit; she was no longer his problem anymore.

Chocking up, Sicily glanced up at the officer, and he watched as a flash of wrath passed her eyes, making his visibly swallow. She was quiet, never spoke out, so to see anger as deep as hers show up in her now ice cold blue orbs made him questioning if he should still act like he couldn't give a damn about her. He then decided to continue to act neutral, even though now he feared her slightly a bit more.

"Yes, I do. I have an aunt in Japan. Amaya Okamoto." Sicily answered, angered at how casually this man was acting about her parent's death. Did he even know how it feels to lose someone you love like that, her thoughts yelled angrily, but then she managed to push down the anger, trying to act civil with this man, like who she truly was, not the fury filled monster threatening to explode.

"Um, could you spell it," he then said, having troubles with the foreign name. The girl nodded, helping him before he told her she should call her, tell her Aunt Amaya of her arrival. After that, he left her alone, letting out a relieved breath that he didn't know he had held, and making his way to the database computers.

Even though Sicily nodded in understanding, she did flinch as the thought ran through her head as well as many scenarios. She had only met Amaya one or two times, and each time it had been a train wreck. Her aunt was the counter part of her mother; she was not a very nice woman. But even as the white haired girl told herself she would be alright, that she would only stay with the older woman for only a couple more years till she can move out for college, she still felt anxious, and slightly fearful of her well being.

Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair, finally calming her down. Her heartbeat still ran so quickly it was like she had ran an entire marathon, but her form in general was much calmer. Her chest no longer caved in for a need of oxygen, she no longer felt weak and sick to her stomach. In all, she felt a bit better, but she knew it wouldn't last for long. Soon, she would be going to Japan, and soon she would be reunited with the only family she had left: her awful Aunt Amaya, and her heart wouldn't stop grieving anytime soon.

To be continued…

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