Disclaimer: I do not own SVU or it's characters. Dick Wolfe does.
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One box left. That's all that's left. I sit here staring at the last material proof of my mother's existance. I just want to leave it untouched, as if leaving it there will erase the fact she's gone. I of course know that's not possible, but I wish it was. I miss her more than anything in the world. It was hard enough when Dad died. Mom never got out of bed, and when, on a rare occasion, she did, it was for no more than an hour at a time. It took her a whole year to begin to function without him. Uncle George would come over and talk to her for long periods of time, while I was with Aunt Kathy and Eli. When Mom began to function more normally, things started to get better. Uncle George put her on anti-depressents, which seemed to help alot.
By now your probally wondering who I am and what exactly is going on. So I'll help clarify. My name is Serena Jane Benson-Stabler. My parents are Elliot Johnathan Stabler and Olivia LeAnn Stabler, formally Benson. I have three sisters, Maureen Ann Stabler; a veterinarian, Kathleen Lee Stabler; a department store manager, Elizabeth Marie Stabler; a defense attorney, and two brothers Richard Carl Stabler, an Astronomy professer, and Elliot Johnathan Stabler Jr.; an aspiring actor. As for me, I'm studing to become a detective for the NYPD. Both of my parents worked for the Special Victims Unit, and that's where I want to be.
Well now that you know who I am, I guess I should explain my situation. Two and a half years ago, my father was called in on a call. As Captian of the Manhattan SVU, he was in charge, but sometimes acted as detective. They were chasing a man who was on the run and my dad was killed in action. Needless to say, as I mentioned before, Mom didn't take it well. I thought she was doing well, especially recently. She was smiling and laughing again. But six months ago, she overdosed on her anti-depressents, leaving a suiside note on the coffee table. Now I'm an orphan. Seems weird to call myself that. I'm 23 years old. Usually when you think of orphans, you think of a child, but that's what I am now: A 23 year old orphan. I can remember the day my mother died like it just happened yesterday...
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Hope you guys like this so far. Chapter two is on it's way. Let me know what you guys think.