The beginning of it all started earlier than anyone of us thought. It was a wintry but clear day after my 7th birthday. This is honestly when I think back on it the first real memory that I can remember.
I said before I was 7 years old, I was outside playing with my friend from down the street when a black Ford car, and the only reason I know what car model it was at that age West because my best friend was totally into cars, pulled into our driveway in a man stepped out that I vaguely recognized. He went up to the porch and knocked on the door and waited for my mother. When she saw him she got a scared look on her face in collapse. I gave a look to my best friend and then ran up to the porch to comfort my upset mother. When I had got there the man had helped my mother back to her feet and usher me inside. I sat on the couch with my sister Bianca as the man told us what he came to tell us. My father had disappeared from him and my uncles trip and nobody knew where he was.
"I'm sorry Maria, I am so so sorry kids.."
I jolted awake, Breathing heavily blinking fast. It took a few minutes before the sound around me cleared and I could hear somebody calling me.
"Nico, Nico. Nico come on, the moving van is ready to leave."
I got up from my bed and grabbed my packed backpack and glanced around the room that I had shared with my cousin Percy for the last five years, one last time before making my way out the door.
Nico paused at the bottom of the stairs, stopping because he could hear soft voices on the other side.
"Paul," his Aunt Sally's voice though quiet, clearly carried to his ears. "I'm worried about him, do you really think sending him to live with his Aunt Dee is a good idea? I mean, he really hasn't talked about the incident..." Nico side quietly and closed his eyes.
The incident, one of the worst days of his life, he just wanted to forget. And in the end it was his own decision to go live with his Aunt Dee.
Nico heard movement from the other side of the doorway. "Sally love we've talked about this, we've discussed this with Nico thoroughly." A moment of silence. Nico could imagine his aunt and her husband standing there giving each other comfort. He didn't want to ruin the moment but as he turned to go back up the hallway his elbow knocked over one of his Aunt Sally's little plastic bottle of seashells.
"Nico, is that you Nico dear?" Of course it was him, who else would it be Nico thought. He took a deep breath and then turned back towards the living room, when he entered the room he saw his Aunt Sally and Uncle Paul who was Sally's third husband sat on the couch.
"Hi Aunt Sally, Uncle Paul. I'm ready." He said quietly and Sally nodded. "Well let's get to the car." Sally said as she stood up from the couch.
Her dimpled smile, her soft black eyes, her long dark hair fluttering in the Wind. Large unseeing black eyes, long dark hair matted with blood, her soft smile turn down in a Grimace of pain. The red of her flowing life's blood. These are the things I think about when I think back upon that day. The day my sister Bianca was taken from me.
I was ten when my sister Bia was hit by a car and killed, our mother died when I was younger than that. After she died I went to go live with my cousin Percy and his mother Sally in New York. Percy is 2 years older than me and loves to swim, he was the swim captain of the swim team at our school. Mr. Popular. But now he's off at college and Sally and her husband Paul are getting ready to have their first child. So I have chosen to go live with my aunt Demeter, my father sister in a small town in Virginia called Mystic Falls...
I looked up from my journal as the voice over the intercom said they were now boarding the plane that would take me to my new home. I stowed my journal and Pen back into my bag before getting up from the uncomfortable airport waiting seats in making my way, as I stepped onto the plane one thought passed through my mind. Am I making the right choice?