I was your every day girlnext door kinda gal. I loved my life. I loved my family and friends. To me, life just couldn't get any better. Everything was perfect and I thought it would always stay that way, but I was wrong. Everything changed the day my parents and my sister got in a car crash and died.
A middle aged man showed up at my door about a week ago and gave me the news. I was home alone because I had gotten in an argument with my parents and told them I hated them. Those were the last words they heard come out of my mouth before they died. I broke down right then and there. The man had deffianatley dealt with these situations before, but nothing like me. I was broken and he didn't think I would come out of it for a long time.
He was right. It has been a week since that moment and I still cant get those last three words out of my head…. I hate you. I am so angry at my self for that. I knew I didn't really hate them, but did they know? I mean for god's sake I'm a 16 year old girl! My family shouldn't be taken away from me! This shouldn't be happening! But the reality is, that it is happening and I just have to learn to deal with it.
Right now I'm on a plane headed to La Push where my only fitful family member live. Yes, I have brothers, 4 to be exact, but they are all worthless. They are into drugs, never worked a day in their life and don't even own their own home. Because of their screw ups, I'm headed to a family member that I didn't even know existed, but she knew I did. She has known my whole life and never once tried to get in touch with me. I can already tell this place is going to be hell.
As the plane finally landed after the longest flight I had ever been on, I really began getting nervous. I mean, I already know I'm going to hate this place because it's not going to be anything like home, but I want to try to make this work. If not for me then for my family's sake.
I got my lugage and headed toward the entry way and there she was. She didn't even need a card saying "Allison Moore". She stuck out like a sore thum. I mean I knew I had some Native American in me, but that much? Really? I walked up to her and she looked so much like my father. I couldn't contain my self any longer. Tears began to fall down my face. She embraced me and just said two simple words, "I'm sorry."
I pulled back as angry as I could be,but not one word fell from my mouth. How could she be sorry!? She didn't even know me! She had no right to tell me she was sorry! She has no clue what I went through, what I'm still going through! I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
She saw my inraged face and grabbed my bags and started walking briskly to her red truck.
"I'm Sue by the way. Sue Clearwater." She smiled the biggest smile ever end got in the truck waiting for me.