Authors' notes:Updated it and I like it much much better now It leads into a new story I am writing and I think you will all enjoy this as much as I have writing (or, rewriting) it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lucille sat curled up on the couch, reading. The house was still and quiet. It usually was. Her parents were working and she did not have any friends to invite over, but she didn't mind at all. Lucille's parents were away, fighting the war in Iraq. She was very proud to their child. Her father was big, muscular, and very stubborn; he never gave up without a good fight. Yet, he was one of the sweetest, most kind-hearted people she had ever known. Her mother was a very kind, funny person. She loved to laugh and make people laugh, always having a smile on her face. Lucille didn't think she needed friends. She spent so much time alone; she learned to appreciate the silence. The stillness.
So there she sat, happily awaiting her parent's return. She still had a month to wait, but they were still coming home. As far as the quiet teen was concerned, she was lucky they let her live on her own. Suddenly she got a bad feeling and put down her book, careful to save her page. Looking around she just kept reminding herself that she was alone. Right?
Lucille jumped when the doorbell rang. Even though she was 16, she still needed to stand on her tiptoes a little bit to see out the peephole. When she looked she saw a muscular man dressed in a tan suit. The left side of his chest had many colorful metals and his head was shaved so that he had only about a forth of an inch left of his blond hair. He carried a small bundle in his arms.
She opened the door and smile, hiding the confused look she had a minuet ago. "Hello, sr." she greeted," what brings you here if I may ask?"
"Lucille, don't be so formal. That there s no need for it, I am a friend."
"I know Mr. Kellon" she smiled, but noticed something was off when he didn't smile back, "Is something wrong?"
"Lucille" he said grimly, coming in out of the rain and sitting at the table. "Please, sit."
Lucille sat down in the chair across from him, no longer able to mask her confusion with a smile. He frowned and shook his head. "What happened" she spoke with seriousness and grim understanding in her voice.
"There was an attack on the base they were at. It was on TV. I guess you didn't see it. Someone boomed the base and tried to get some information from us. It was a year ago, but it was just yesterday we confirmed that there were only about 5- maybe 7 survivors. Neither of your parents were part of the group. We don't know what it was the attacked the base. It was some kind of 'giant metal monster' I'm so sorry for your loss."
Lucille was unable to speak. All the words she tried to get out got stuck in her throat. Her face was frozen in a state of shock.
" I'm so sorry Lucille. They were very good people, they didn't disserve this" he placed the American flag, folded into a triangle, on the table in front of her and stood up. "If theirs anything you need, you call me alright? I wont live that far away. You'll be staying with your aunt Ella," he said, but his voice faded, they both knew about aunt Ella. She was mean and spiteful, and a drunk. Having nothing else to say, he left, quietly closing the door behind him. Dumbfounded, she stood up slowly. Wobbling a little she made her way back over to the couch. She collapsed on it and sobbed her eyes out. Now she was alone. Completely alone.