Chapter 1

I should begin this story by saying that I have in no way given up on my other story, 'No One For Me', and will be updating it shortly, and also that this story has no connection to my previous ones.

I am but one, standing alone.

Like a small boat, I float unsteadily upon an endless sea of smiling faces, to whom I say nothing, for nothing have I to say. I am no different to the others. Yet I remain conscious, and they are gone; lifeless; dead, I deserve to live no more than they.

My mind was dragged back to the image of my sister, her face bloodied and covered in glass, and my other sibling's unconscious body strewn over the back seat of our family car.

A car whose family hath been torn into pieces, and thrown into disarray. I was spared for no reason. I cannot deserve to live any more than my sisters did.

Tears began to form in my eyes. My breathing quickened as I grasped the knife, which aforetime had been lying atop the kitchen bench, before which I stood. I raised it, aiming the sharpened blade directly at my pounding heart. My eyes closed and my breathing became uneven.

Suddenly, I gasped, hearkening to the sound of footsteps advancing upon me.

"Jeanette!" I heard the desperation in my mother's voice. "Don't do it!" Her hands extended toward me and she wore a horrified look.

My hand wavered and released the knife. My mother ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. I began to hyperventilate. Tears ran down my face like rivers of loss and regret.

"Why?" I asked between sobs.

"I wish I knew the answer," My mother replied holding me tight, "I wish I knew."

Three days earlier...

"Where's my surf board?" Alvin shouted over the ruckus. It was an especially beautiful day, and my sisters had decided to go to the beach. As was to be expected, Alvin decided to tag along, however, he wasn't having much luck finding the things he wanted to bring.

I needed to study for an school exam, and I didn't really like the beach either way; the sand got in my fur, and it was a pain to get it out. Simon and Theodore were as disinterested as I, so Simon and I had decided to stay at home and study together.

"I found it!" Brittany exclaimed, supporting Alvin's surfboard with her knee, "Now we can finally leave." She said sarcastically.

"Alright, girls. Let's go!" Alvin bellowed over-enthusiastically. They walked through the open front door.

"Bye, guys." Eleanor waved as she left the room. If I had known then what would evolve from their innocent decision to take advantage of the weather for the day, I would have fared them well much more meaningfully.

"So Simon, up to whither didst thou arrive previously?" I inquired.

"I was working through the calculus section, or more specifically the unit about integration." He answered, "How about thee?"

"I reached the same unit." I informed him, "We may begin at the first exercise and continue forth from there."

We finished four questions before we heard Dave's voice from the adjacent room.

"Oh my God!" He whispered audibly. Simon and I walked to the other room to see what had happened. The television was running and on the screen was an image of a crinkled car covered with shattered glass from its windows. The car was Dave's.

We all wordlessly packed into Miss Miller's vehicle and drove to the scene of the crash as fast as possible. An ambulance had arrived on the scene and doctors were checking the passengers.

I exited the car and ran to see the people inside. A paramedic tried to stop me, but I pushed her out of the way. I needed to see my sisters.

The sight that greeted me was branded eternally into my memory. My big sister was dead. The doctors could do nothing for her, or Alvin. Eleanor was unconscious but breathing in the back seat.

A hand pulled me away from the horrific spectacle. A firefighter was attempting to remove Eleanor through the car door, which was completely bent and, as a result, could not be opened.

I stood before the car with my mouth open, I was in complete shock. I couldn't believe what was happening around me. Brittany was dead? It couldn't be.

I snapped myself out of my trance. Eleanor was still alive, and there was a chance that she could be saved.

I watched as my little sister was carried into the ambulance upon a stretcher. I caught up to the paramedics.

"She's my sister!" I exclaimed, "I need to go with her."

"We can permit only one family member in the vehicle for moral support." The paramedic looked around, before pulling me up into the ambulance.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked worriedly.

"We'll do our best, dear." One of the paramedics replied, "She's in pretty bad shape."

I looked back at Eleanor, her breaths were erratic and weak. I held her hand tightly.

"Just hang in there, Ellie." I tried to encourage her to stay alive, "Everything will be fine."

After a minute of watching Eleanor's lungs expand and contract unpredictably, the rising and falling of her chest ceased. I looked on in desperation.

"She's stopped breathing!" I yelled at the paramedics around me.

"Stand clear of the patient, please." I moved away, and waited powerlessly. One shock, and nothing. Two shocks; still nothing.

"Why isn't it working?" I said, my teeth clenched, tears forming in my eyes and fogging my spectacles. The paramedics shocked her twice more, to no avail.

I watched as my sister's face grew empty, a shell which no longer contained the life that once had occupied it. My tears streamed down my cheeks as my face fell upon her inanimate body. I was in complete shock once more. I had just lost both of my dear sisters. I wasn't dreaming. I would never be with either of my dearest siblings again. It was the end for them, and an end for me as well.

I moved not from my sister's side for what seemed an eternity. There would never again be a new page in the lives of my sisters; my poor innocent sisters. With them, the glowing warmth in my heart died.

I hope you enjoyed, or at least appreciated my story, for which I may write continuing chapters. If you want to see more chapters, review this story and tell me what you think. This gives me an idea of how many people are interested, and also how to improve my writing. If enough people are interested in the rest of the story, you can expect Simonette romance as the plot progresses.

Thank you for reading, and I hope your day is better than Jeanette's.