It was a five car pile up, they told me. A car two ahead of my parents stopped short, the one in front of them crashed and then a domino effect ensued. Their car was in the middle, crushed from both sides. There was no way for them to make it out alive. They died on impact. They were on their way to pick me up from work; my shift was ending in a half-hour, and they would always come and have lunch at the counter so we could talk. They were coming to get me. It was because of me they were dead. They're dead.

The two cops watched as I turned into a puddle in front of them, fallen to my knees, bawling like I had never bawled before. One of them picked me up and placed me in their police cruiser, driving me to the local police station. Once there, they brought me into a private room, draping me with a blanket. It's for shock, they said. Shock didn't even begin to cover it.

Within twenty minutes, my grandmother was there. Her makeup was smudged and her hands were shaking, but she comforted me with a strong hug, telling me all was going to be ok. I told her that was complete bullshit. She said I was right. They gave us a few minutes to ourselves before an official from Child Protective Services came into the room, saying they had to ask me some questions. I asked them what was going to happen to me. Was I going to a foster home? What happens to my house? How did this happen? The woman, who was very kind and completely understanding, told me I was going to stay with my grandmother for the night, and then the permanent arrangements would be dealt with the next day when their wills were to be read out. I never knew my parents had wills.

So, I spent the night at my grandma's house. I didn't get much sleep though. Most of the night was spent crying, silently yelling at whatever higher power for letting this happen. The next morning, Grandma, Grandpa and I went back to the police station to hear what was going to happen to me; I wasn't too anxious, though. I was pretty confident I would be put into my grandmother's custody, and I would live with them.

"Now, in regards to Allison," said the woman handling all of the arrangements, "she will be placed into the custody Tony Stark."

I stood from my chair. "I'm sorry, but I could've sworn you just said you were placing me into Tony Stark's custody."