I hate them for it. I shouldn't, and I love them to pieces no matter what happened. I used to cry for them until I realised the immense joy this seemed to bring Uncle Vernon. I can't even remember them, and it's all the fault of thing used to get from A to B. A mode of transport killed my parents. When I've just been belted or locked away I wonder how much life would be different if they hadn't made THAT journey. It could have all been so different, where were we going? Was it for me, did I kill them?
No one even told me the details. How, when, where or why? I can't even go and visit their grave and put flowers by it telling them how much I love them like Alison does, because no one had told me where they are buried and no one would take me there even if I knew. I try to think about the night I got the scar, I think I can remember it, the bright green light and burning on my head. Maybe we had gone to the Blackpool illuminations or maybe the green came from a neon light outside a cheap take-away.
If it hadn't been for that one trip, would they still be here? Would they love me? No matter how much Uncle Vernon says they were no big loss surely the loved me? They were my parents and parents don't hate their children, Aunt Petunia doesn't hate Dudley surely mine wouldn't hate me. I can't even remember my mum and dad; I don't know what they look like. I guess at least one of them had black hair and green eyes but I don't know for certain. I asked Aunt Petunia once; she asked me why would she have photos of such foul people in her house before telling me to stop asking questions.
I was in that car, was the last time I saw my parents a bad thing? I've seen the Think! adverts on TV, the Christmas carols playing over images of mangled metal and blood soaked clothes. I've seen the way Casualty shows the victims of traffic accidents. Is that what it's really like? Was the last image I saw of my parents them covered in blood and eyes staring blankly ahead? I know it sounds morbid but I wouldn't mind remembering, just so I had some proof they existed. I have nothing of theirs and can remember nothing about them.
Why couldn't they have taken the bus? Or walked? Was their death destined to happen all along, if they hadn't have gone out would their have been a fire or something? Could it have been avoided?
Could they still be here for me?
A little story, written because I am bored of revision. Please review. It's the first ever thing I've wrote in first person (apart from one piece of GCSE coursework I wasn't too thrilled about).
K.P. - Don't worry I think IU have the writing bug, you'll probably be seeing a lot more of me around.
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As a result of this I've decided that One-shots aren't as bad as I thought they would be, so I'm going to write more and there's some absolutly cracking ones written by other people on this site. Anyone who has preconceptions should give them a chance, mine aren't the best but some really made me laugh and cry.
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