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Chapter One: Tris POV
Caleb and I sit in the police station for hours sobbing into each other's arms. Once we calm down enough, we start the legal process of their death. Caleb had to do most of it because I still can't accept that they are gone. I just stood there frozen, only signing my name where Caleb told me.
Caleb, Susan, and I all leave right after we got to "see" our parents for the last time. They didn't want a funeral because they wanted to be remembered happy, alive, and well, but I needed to be able to see them one last time-even if it was in a morgue. They are being cremated tomorrow. I told Caleb to keep their ashes and to sort out everything for the will because I can't. I just can't.
They're not dead. They're not dead. They're not dead. I keep telling myself on my drive home from the police station.
I stop at a liquor store before I go home. I buy so much alcohol I have trouble fitting it all in my car.
When I get home I drink.
Maybe this will take the pain away.
But it doesn't. If anything it makes it worse.
Why was it my parents that had to die?! Why couldn't the fucking drunk driver have died instead?! They have never done anything wrong! They are the most selfless people I know, maybe even to selfless. What did they do to deserve to die?! Thoughts like these run through my head as I scream, cry, and smash the alcohol bottles I have finished against the wall.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I wake up to my doorbell ringing. I make my way over to the door not caring if I step on the glass.
I can't feel anything.
I am numb.
I look at the time and date on my phone and realize that the amount of time I was on my rampage and sleeping was four days, but I don't care. I have nothing to live for anyways.
When I look through the peephole I see Evelyn.
Shit! Now I can add getting fired and not having a job to the list of reasons why I should just die.
I don't bother trying to make myself look as decent as I can get with what just went on in my apartment. So I open the door and she runs up to me and gives me a bone-crushing bear hug.
What?
"Tris, I heard what happened," she says releasing me but she keeps her hands on my shoulders.
I just stand there not knowing what to say. Then I see her look around my apartment with a look of horror and then she looks back at me.
"Oh Tris," she says softly. I still just stand there.
"Tris, please talk to me."
I would but I can't. All the pain comes rushing back at once like a giant wave breaking me from the inside out. I can hear Evelyn start to scream my name, but it sounds so distant. And then I collapse into her arms.
I wake up in an unfamiliar place. I know I'm not dead. I'm not lucky enough to die.
I hear the door to the room I'm in creak. I look up and see Evelyn.
"Thank god you finally woke up. I was beginning to think I would have to take you to the hospital," she says in a motherly tone. It makes me cringe, but I don't think she notices.
"Why didn't you take me to the hospital?" I ask confused because if I were in her situation I would have taken me to the hospital.
"I knew you just passed out from emotional stress and you would wake up sooner or later." Her statement confuses me. How would she know how to deal with someone passing out from "emotional stress"? But I don't ask, yet.
"Well, umm, how long have I been out?"
"Two days." At least it was two days without the aching pain in my chest that I feel now.
"I'm sorry to take you here without asking. I would have stayed at your apartment, but it was not in its best condition."
"Where exactly is 'here'?"
"Oh! This is my guest bedroom in my house."
I finally take a look around the room. It is a soft purple room with white trim. There is a large mounted TV on the wall; below it is a large white dresser. There is a white desk on the left side of the room and on the right is a door that leads to what I assume is a closet. The bed has a white comforter and purple sheets that match the walls. The lights aren't on, but light is streaming in from the large windows on each side of the bed. It is very comforting, but not enough. Nothing will ever be enough.
"Do you have a phone I can use?" I ask because I smashed mine during my rampage.
"Yes, of course. Let me go get it for you." Then Evelyn hurries out the room.
A few minutes later she returns with a house phone and leaves again so I can have a private conversation.
After a few rings he picks up.
"Hello?" He asks with the same voice that I only heard when we were kids.
"Hey Caleb." I say solemnly.
"Beatrice! Oh my god! I have been so worried! I have been calling for days and you haven't answered!"
"I know I've been… not at my greatest."
"I, I, I know." He sounds like he is about to cry, but who am I to talk. I already am.
"I'm moving Beatrice."
"What?! You can't move you, you can't! I need you."
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. Chicago reminds me too much of them. Susan and I are moving to San Francisco. We are leaving tomorrow morning. I'm sorry."
I want to be mad at him; so mad. But I can't, because I understand. I want to leave to, but not in the way he is leaving.
"I understand. Just visit me okay?" I say with a pathetic laugh.
"I will. Do you want to get coffee tomorrow before I go."
I want to say yes, yes for his sake, but I can't. It's enough to know that my parents are dead and I will never see them again, but to see my brother as heartbroken as I am would be too much.
"I, I, I, I can't Caleb."
"It's okay. I know. I will try to visit in a few months, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you, Beatrice."
"I love you too, Caleb."
And there goes the last member of my family.
Question of the Chapter: How hot is it where you live? I live about an hour and a half away from New Orleans, LA, which might I say NOBODY has any idea what FanFiction, fangirling, Nerdfighters, DFTBA, etc is and it sucks! Anyways, it's about 95 degrees here and humid all the time! I hate it. I am so moving to the North when I go to college.
- Olivia
