Yes, yes I know, another NT fic. Please enjoy, even if this chapter doesn't relate to National Treasure at all.

Enjoy.

To be in someone else's home during a time of your own personal crisis is an interesting experience, not only for yourself, but for those around you as well. Especially if they are not aware that you are going through a traumatic experience, as was mine.

My father, along with the rest of my family was killed in a car accident while I was over at my friend's home for a sleepover. The family I was with did not know my father, as he did not usually associate with my friends' families, for the plain reason that he was a traveling man, and was not home often enough to do so.

Therefore, when the policeman called, they thought it was my father.

"Is Kassidy there?"

"Yes sir."

"May I speak to her?"

"Yes, she'll be on the line momentarily."

They yelled my name, saying it was my dad. I extracted myself from the intense Uno game I was playing and walked over to the phone.

"Hey, dad!"

"Kassidy, I am not your father." No, he wasn't.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I'm officer Jared Deeps."

"And why are you calling?"

"Kassidy, the rest of your family died a half an hour ago in a head on collision with a semi."

I dropped the phone. It hit the floor with a thud, cracking it from end to end. Quickly I bent down and picked it up again. The phone was humming. Obviously, the officer had hung up. After all, dropping the Jorganson's phone did sound like hanging up.

I shook my head in disbelief, biting my lip. That could not possibly be true, could it? Surely it must be a joke, even if it was a horrible one to play. I racked through my list of friends, my enemies, hoping to find something that would tell me that this was all a hoax and the officer would call back and laugh, saying that it was indeed just that.

But deep in my heart, I knew that it was the truth. My family is dead and no matter what I told myself, nothing would change what would happen.

Still biting my lip, I picked up the phone and hit the redial button. It rang a few times before the same person picked up again.

"Hello?" He answered and I swallowed hard.

"I am sorry, this is Kassidy again. I just dropped the phone." I replied, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over my misted eyes.

"Oh, I see." He answered.

"Is this true what you tell me?" I asked as I crossed my fingers. Once more, the false hope that this was all a joke entered into my mind but quickly diminished at his next words.

"I am sorry, Miss. Kassidy, but they were indeed in a car accident and killed." He explained, "I wish that I did not have to tell you this but you would find out sooner or later."

I did not reply to this as hot tears streamed down my face and my whole world went blank. My vision swam before me and my legs shook, threatening to give out. My stomach churned with uneasiness and I felt a hot bile rise up in my throat.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" He asked.

"No, sir. Thank you." I replied with a quivering voice.

"I am sorry." A soft click ended the conversation and then it all sunk in.

I would never see my father again. I would never see his cheerful face nor hear his laugh again. Everything that we had done would always remain a memory to me, never to be talked or laughed about. Never again would he dance me across the living room like he used to when I was still little and his belt buckle would press into my cheek. I would never feel his touch again.

My mother would never be there to hold me when I'm sad or angry. She would not be there to ease my butterflies on my wedding day, if it ever came, and she would not be there to be the grandmother of my children. The bond that was shared between a mother and daughter would not be there; only what had been formed and nothing more. Her merry voice would never again sing into my room in the morning to wake me up for school, no matter how much I hated it.

My little brother's annoying giggling would never make me twitch in irritation as he continuously picked at me. He would always make fun of me, even if he was younger, and I would hate him for it but now that he is not there anymore, I realize now that I really do love him. Perhaps he even did that out of love; he did not know how to show it maybe. The slapping of his little feet on the tile upstairs would never reach my ears; that annoying noise of skin sticking to the tile and sucking off after each step. Oh, how I hated it but now I miss it.

The phone slid out of my hand without me noticing but I didn't respond. I heard my friend's feet running towards me but I remained staring straight ahead unblinkingly. She put her hand on my shoulder but I did not feel it. She asked me a question but it was blurred so that I could not understand.

My shoulders began to rack with sobs as I dropped to the floor, finally allowing my tears to fall freely. More people came but I did not notice it. The only thing I could see was my family before my eyes; never again to breathe or walk or live. They were gone…

And they weren't coming back.

Ok, I'm cruel. I'm not going to be able to update for the next month or so, but I wanted to at least get this up before I left. Manwathiel, however is staying where she is (as far as I know) for the Holidays.

Well, I must go!

As Always,

BeKaMaJo