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I stared at the wall despondently. I had sat like this for hours, simply waiting for someone to tell me they had made a mistake or that something had changed. In my mind I struggled between the reality of my situation and the fantasy of reliving every moment; hoping that what I changed in my mind, would save them. I'm too young to have lost my entire family. I'm too young to have to bury my parents and sister. Why did fate have to ruin my life today? Why did the blood of my innocent family have to be shed because some idiotic man decided it would be okay to drive home drunk? Why hadn't I gone with my family when they begged me to go out to dinner after Amelia's piano recital? If I would have just gone along for once and not worried so much about my precious schooling, then maybe, just maybe, things would have ended differently tonight. However, as it was, I couldn't go back and change tonight's events
"Ms. Smith? We need you to come with us so we can discuss your parent's wills."
I stood silently and nodded once. Holding my chin up, I forced herself to move toward the door and face the horrors of what tomorrow might bring.
"Daisy, you need to hurry up or you're going to miss the train!" Christine yelled from the base of the stairs.
"Give me just a second Aunt Chris! I want to make sure I have everything before we head off." I slowly made sure the photos of my family were wrapped tightly in tissue paper so they wouldn't break on the rough train ride. It had been six months since they had passed; I still refused to believe they were gone. I just know that one day they are going show up on my door step with goofy grins plastered on their faces and arms wide open expecting much needed hugs. A small smile crept to my face as I thought of how tender and soft the moment would be.
For now the open arms of my Aunt Christine would have to do. After the tragedy, I was sent to live with my aunt. Chris was always kind to me, but she treated me as if one touch would cause me to crack into a million pieces. It was one of the main reasons I had to leave my small back woods town in Alabama. I couldn't live in a town where everyone seemed to think the death of a family was contagious. Ever since the accident, people stared at me with this look of pity. I didn't want their pity and I hated that almost everyone was afraid to say something to me for fear that they would upset me. Their pity motivated me to study hard and graduate as valedictorian of my class so I could continue my education at Gotham University.
That was where I headed today… My first time in the big city and I would have to face it alone. I always expected my mom would be with me, ready to catch me if I fell. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it on my own, but I was just going to have to try. That's all I could do anymore. When we arrived at the train station I kissed my Aunt Chris good bye and watched her slowly drive into the distance. Somehow I knew that things were only going to get harder from here on out.