a/n: Okay, so this is my Tuesday fic. I'm posting this at the same time as The Way Of The World because my wifi was acting up yesterday. Anyways, enjoy.
Chapter One:
The day my life fell apart started like any other day. I meet my best friends, Allie and Rachel at the bus stop, and we sit in the back of the bus, like usual. Allie's talking about this cool parkour competition she's considering, and Rachel is talking about how much she wants to go rock climbing this weekend.
The bus gets to school, and we head out into the open quad. Our school is arranged in three sections, the elementary, middle, and high school sections. Inside each section, it's set up like a wheel.
Allie, Rachel, and I head to the locker building, and move to our separate lockers.
We meet up outside, and go into our separate homerooms. I really hate how Rachel, Allie and I are separated.
I'm sitting in the back of my math class next to Allie, when the classroom phone rings. Mrs. Blake answers it, and her gaze flies to me. She raises her eyebrow, and frowns. Finally, she nods and hangs up.
"Tris, please report to the office."
Allie gives me a curious look, and I shake my head; I don't know. I move down the hall to the office, and the principal gestures me back into her office.
Miss Vixon's office looks more like a dungeon, because it's the one room in the school that doesn't have huge floor to ceiling windows on three walls.
"Please Miss Prior, take a seat."
I sit carefully, crossing one leg over the other. I tap my fingers nervously against the armrest.
"Well, why am I here? Did I do something?" I ask, a little nervously.
"Beatrice, your father has had an accident. He's in critical condition at the hospital. Your mom is on her way to pick you up."
When Mom picks me and my sixteen-year-old brother, Caleb, up from school, the look on her face tells me everything I need to know. The situation is bad, there's a very low survival rate, and Mom is hurting.
The drive to the hospital feels like it takes ten hours, but in reality, it only takes ten minutes. We're led up to the Intensive Care Unit, and then to Dad's bed.
"Oh, Andrew." Mom whispers, falling to her knees, clutching Dad's hand in both of her's. It's not like Mom to show emotion, she's a very laid-back person, but not today. Caleb and I exchange a look, and we hug each other. It's not like us, but seeing this, well...
We leave the hospital late that night. Caleb drives us in Mom's car, since she's not leaving Dad's side. His eyes are red from crying. I'm not sure how I look, but I don't care, either.
We wind up at a small local cafe, Caleb eating a salad, me eating a cheeseburger. When we leave, we go straight home.
I'm sitting up in bed, reading, een my phone rings. It's Allie. I let it ring through to voicemail. I don't want to talk to anyone.
Rachel calls me, and I send her to voicemail as well.
It's a few hours later when Mom calls; two in the morning, in fact. I answer on the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Beatrice?" Mom's voice is choked with sobs. And I know; I know he's gone.
When Mom and I hang up, I run into the bathroom, and throw up my cheeseburger. How could my dad be dead? My dad, who tutored me in algebra. Who coached my soccer team when I was little.
My dad, who taught me how to read when I was three years old. My dad, who encouraged me to follow my dream of being a prophessional parkour athlete.
I lie in bed, burrying my face under the pillow, and sob hysterically. Caleb comes in, and hugs me, and we cry together. I decide that I need to do something that requires adrenaline.
"I'm gonna go do parkour."
With that, I leave the house, and walk down to a nearby alley. I run up a wall, and race across a roff. I lose myself in it, navigating the city by rofftop, signpost, and streetlamps.
When I get back, I find Mom hugging Dad's pillow to her chest. I sit with her, and we cry together. We hold each other tight, and eventually, Caleb hugs the both of us. We don't sleep much that night.
I skip school the next day, opting to lie in bed and watch the dust particles float through the air. Allie and Rachel come rushing in, and enfold me into a tight hug.
It suddenly strikes me how different the shree of us look from one another. Yet, somehow, you can just tell we're so close you can't separate us.
Rachel has long, red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a splash of freckles across her nose. She's adverage height, with a muscular build. Well, actually, we all have that.
Allie has jet black hair, creamy skin, and almond-shaped brown eyes. She's tall, thin, and really muscubar, more so than Rachel or I.
I've got long, platinum blond hair, piercing gray blue eyes, and tanish skin. I'm short, and willowy, well, kind of, anyway. And because of my almost decade's worth of parkour training, I have a very muscular build.
Like I said, we look totally different, but we're inseparable, like we're sisters.
We sit there, talking, crying, and occasionally, laughing. Because, you always have to laugh sometimes, right?
Does that make me a bad person. I don't know. I don't know, but I do know I have the best friends in the entire universe, and I'm gonna be okay. I'll be okay.
Allie and Rachel leave me for the night, but drag me to school the next morning. They shove me into a seat on the bus, Allie sitting on the isle, stopping me from bolting. They shove me through the day, forcing me to do stuff, to live a little.
"You can't just do nothing." Allie says, sternly. "He was like my dad, too, T. I know that doesn't necissarily fix things, but... well... I don't know. You have to try; for him. He wouldn't want to see you like this."
I know she's right, so I try. I try so fucking hard. But I'm hurt. And I don't know if I'll ever heal.
Okay, so that was chapter one. Review and let me know what you think. See ya next Tuesday! Adios amigos!
Bianca.
