I know that this chapter doesn't seem to have anything to do with any of the characters, but trust me, it is important to the story.
Elsie was sitting in the waiting room of a hospital. Her parents had just gotten an accident. She was nervous as she waited for the nurse to come out and tell her what had happened and if they were okay. She sat there blankly staring as her friend, Marcy, sat next to her. She smiled comfortingly down at Elsie and grabbed her hand. Elsie just looked up at her.
"They'll be fine," she said.
"I hope so," Elsie said.
The nurse then came out and stood before them. Elsie quickly looked up and saw the sadness in her eyes. This hit Elsie like a bombshell. She had no Aunts or Uncles. That would be willing to take her in at least. The only Aunt she had was Aunt Katherine who did not like her at all.
"You mean they're," Elsie started.
The nurse just sadly nodded and then turned back and walked out of the room. Elsie just stayed there staring. She then got up and started across the room. She really didn't know what she was doing. All she knew was that she wanted this to be over. Elsie then looked back at Marcy.
"Do you mind taking me back home?" she asked.
"Sure," Marcy said standing up.
Marcy was eighteen while Elsie was sixteen. They had been friends since they started taking ballet together at a very young age. Marcy came over and grabbed Elsie's shoulders as she led her out to the car. All the way back home Elsie just stared out the window. Everything seemed different now. Sure, it was the same houses with the same kids not wanting to come in for dinner and the same cars parked in the drive ways and the same mothers calling the children in. It just all seemed unbelievable. Her parents can die and nothing around her has changed. Nobody does anything different. They just all go on with their own lives like nothing ever happened. Marcy pulled up into the driveway.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" she asked.
"Please," Elsie said.
"Alright," Marcy said.
They both walked into the empty house together. Elsie was going to go spend the night at Marcy's house and then in the morning they could figure out what they would do with her. She walked into her parent's room. It was dark and the bed was made. She sadly sighed as she made her way over to the dresser. Elsie opened the top drawer and pulled out an address book and put it in her purse.
"Alright Marcy, let's go," she said turning off the light and walking back.
"What did you do?" Marcy asked.
"I want to write to some one," Elsie said.
"Okay," Marcy said.
With that they left the house.