Chapter (10) - What's Going On...?
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'What am I now? Who am I now? Nothing. I'm nobody'
Those were the only words running through Rory's mind at that time. She sat down on the floor in front of the tall mirror, which was placed behind the door, and watched the tears trickle down her face as her makeup followed. She wondered why such a thing could happen to her; she wasn't a bad person, was she?
Who was she now? Just an orphan child? What was going to happen to her? Where would she go? What would happen to her house, to her stuff?
These thoughts never stopped, which caused more tears to come. She couldn't bare the thought. She wouldn't believe that she lost them; she couldn't admit she lost her best friends.
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Later on that night, when she began to calm down, Rory began to wonder what would happen to her, where would she go, who would she live with, things like that. She thought of Tristan, how far away he was right now, how she couldn't run to him for help, how she couldn't even call him.
"I shouldn't bother him, not with this, not while he is having so much fun in Europe." she said aloud. Just then images of Tristan with other girls all around him flashed into her mind. She saw him smiling.... kissing.... EW!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she screamed, holding her head in pain. She knew him better than that, didn't she? DIDN'T SHE? He promised her he would do no such thing, but he couldn't help it, it was just 'out of sight, out of mind' now.
"I've got to think of something else, I can't deal with this! None of it!" she screamed as she slammed her fist onto the table. "What the hell!!" she clutched her hand in pain, and then looked over to the table and saw what she had hit. Just then she started crying again, as she picked up the now broken picture frame. She looked at the people in the picture, they looked so happy. It was their wedding day, and they looked as though they never wanted to let go of one another. This picture ment so much to her, now it was ruined, the perfect frame, the perfect picture, the perfect couple, everything was ruined.
She then heard someone downstairs, "Rory?!?" they called. "Rory Leigh Hayden!?!" she then recognized it was her grandparents, because only her grandmother called her Hayden. Of course it was her name, but somehow she had adopted Gilmore, instead of Hayden, it just sounded better!
"Yeah?" she called back a few moments later, which gave her enough time to fix her makeup and head for the stairs.
"Say 'Yes' not 'Yeah'!" Emily corrected her. Her grandmother was always so formal, and when Rory looked into her face, she could not see any type of sorrow, or pain. It looked as if her grandmother had not given any thought to the fact that her own daughter was dead.
Rory saw Emily's eyes dart down to Rory's hand as she came down the stairs, and Rory then felt a sharp pain in the hand in which she had just hit. As she picked up her hand she saw a piece of glass sticking out of her hand, and blood pouring from the cut.
"What happened?!" Emily shrieked as she tried to act concerned.
"Nothing, Nothing, Nothing" she stuttered on, "Just... uh... hit my hand on accident"
"Mmhm" Emily obviously didn't believe her, but she didn't care at the moment. "Why are you here?" she asked, making it noticeable that she didn't want her there.
"Pack your things, your going to stay with us for a few days" Emily told her, moving her head in that rich, snotty way as she talked.
"What?!? No!" Rory screamed, "I'm not leaving here! This is MY home, I'm staying here" she began to protest.
"I don't want to hear that! Your too young to be staying here on your own!"
"Too young? How can you say I'm too young? How old do you think I am? Five friggin years-old?"
"I never said that, your still a chi-.."
"A child? You think of me as a child? Could a child put up with all this shit?"
"Rory! Calm down!"
"How the hell can I calm down? You don't understand! You hated my mother, so now your happy she's gone!" she screamed as she turned around and stomped up the steps. She could see why her grandmother thought of her as a child, she was acting like one. But she couldn't help it, just the thought of leaving her home behind, it would be like leaving her parents behind.
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-Hey all! This is my first chapter... I hope your liking it. This is just the beginning; I have alot more to go. Once again, hope you like it! ~Luv, Ashley
'What am I now? Who am I now? Nothing. I'm nobody'
Those were the only words running through Rory's mind at that time. She sat down on the floor in front of the tall mirror, which was placed behind the door, and watched the tears trickle down her face as her makeup followed. She wondered why such a thing could happen to her; she wasn't a bad person, was she?
Who was she now? Just an orphan child? What was going to happen to her? Where would she go? What would happen to her house, to her stuff?
These thoughts never stopped, which caused more tears to come. She couldn't bare the thought. She wouldn't believe that she lost them; she couldn't admit she lost her best friends.
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Later on that night, when she began to calm down, Rory began to wonder what would happen to her, where would she go, who would she live with, things like that. She thought of Tristan, how far away he was right now, how she couldn't run to him for help, how she couldn't even call him.
"I shouldn't bother him, not with this, not while he is having so much fun in Europe." she said aloud. Just then images of Tristan with other girls all around him flashed into her mind. She saw him smiling.... kissing.... EW!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she screamed, holding her head in pain. She knew him better than that, didn't she? DIDN'T SHE? He promised her he would do no such thing, but he couldn't help it, it was just 'out of sight, out of mind' now.
"I've got to think of something else, I can't deal with this! None of it!" she screamed as she slammed her fist onto the table. "What the hell!!" she clutched her hand in pain, and then looked over to the table and saw what she had hit. Just then she started crying again, as she picked up the now broken picture frame. She looked at the people in the picture, they looked so happy. It was their wedding day, and they looked as though they never wanted to let go of one another. This picture ment so much to her, now it was ruined, the perfect frame, the perfect picture, the perfect couple, everything was ruined.
She then heard someone downstairs, "Rory?!?" they called. "Rory Leigh Hayden!?!" she then recognized it was her grandparents, because only her grandmother called her Hayden. Of course it was her name, but somehow she had adopted Gilmore, instead of Hayden, it just sounded better!
"Yeah?" she called back a few moments later, which gave her enough time to fix her makeup and head for the stairs.
"Say 'Yes' not 'Yeah'!" Emily corrected her. Her grandmother was always so formal, and when Rory looked into her face, she could not see any type of sorrow, or pain. It looked as if her grandmother had not given any thought to the fact that her own daughter was dead.
Rory saw Emily's eyes dart down to Rory's hand as she came down the stairs, and Rory then felt a sharp pain in the hand in which she had just hit. As she picked up her hand she saw a piece of glass sticking out of her hand, and blood pouring from the cut.
"What happened?!" Emily shrieked as she tried to act concerned.
"Nothing, Nothing, Nothing" she stuttered on, "Just... uh... hit my hand on accident"
"Mmhm" Emily obviously didn't believe her, but she didn't care at the moment. "Why are you here?" she asked, making it noticeable that she didn't want her there.
"Pack your things, your going to stay with us for a few days" Emily told her, moving her head in that rich, snotty way as she talked.
"What?!? No!" Rory screamed, "I'm not leaving here! This is MY home, I'm staying here" she began to protest.
"I don't want to hear that! Your too young to be staying here on your own!"
"Too young? How can you say I'm too young? How old do you think I am? Five friggin years-old?"
"I never said that, your still a chi-.."
"A child? You think of me as a child? Could a child put up with all this shit?"
"Rory! Calm down!"
"How the hell can I calm down? You don't understand! You hated my mother, so now your happy she's gone!" she screamed as she turned around and stomped up the steps. She could see why her grandmother thought of her as a child, she was acting like one. But she couldn't help it, just the thought of leaving her home behind, it would be like leaving her parents behind.
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-Hey all! This is my first chapter... I hope your liking it. This is just the beginning; I have alot more to go. Once again, hope you like it! ~Luv, Ashley