Chapter 2 - Two Week's In
Ana's POV
"You can't keep living like this Annie." Alex tells me sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed. I don't respond but, let his words sink in. He doesn't want to see me like this and I don't want to be this way. "I'm trying Alex, I just don't know anymore." He frowns "Know what?" I feel the tears well up in my eyes "How do you go on living without them?" I see the hurt and lost look in his eyes "I think about what they would have wanted." I sob and he gets up off the chair and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and hug him wanting to feel some sort of comfort. He wraps his arms around me and we sit there until my tears fade away. He lets go of me and looks me in the eyes "We are going to get through this Annie, I promise."
Two weeks in Seattle and I am starting to miss him already, he is the only family I have left. I'm happy that he is finally being able to live his life though. I found my home here in Seattle and he decided to use some of the inheritance he had saved to travel for a bit before he works on his new book. It's not like we had much money left for us, we were just a middle class family but, we were able to use it smartly.
I already found a furnished apartment in Seattle and I got a part-time job. It's not anything fancy but, it is going to have to work until I graduate. I have been able to manage school and work well together. I am doing well in my classes and I have been able to do some new designs.
One of my teachers have been letting me use their studio to make my designs come to life. Mrs. Kavanagh is a designer herself and has a studio downtown where she creates and sells some of her clothes. She also uses the store to sell students work to and they get some of the profits. It's a good deal to be able to get some of you designs out there.
I have been able to take full advantage of the opportunities that this city is offering me. I would never be able to achieve my dreams in Sedona. This is like a dream come true and I don't want to wake up. I have been making myself busy and it helps. I am able to get a lot accomplished and it takes my mind of things.
I haven't been able to find a therapist yet and frankly I can't really afford one. My medication is now under a regular physician for the time being. I had to have all that stuff transferred over when I moved. It is a little expensive with my shitty health insurance but, I have been able to make it by.
I have more of my inheritance left than my brother. He used most of his to keep us afloat for those couple of years, another thing I regret. I know it was necessary considering I wasn't able to access mine anyway until I turned 18. I could really care less about the money they left us though.
I do have personal items that they left me. I have my mom's rings on a chain that I always wear around my neck. It has her wedding ring which is a fairly simple ring considering my dad didn't have the most money when they married. Her anniversary ring, it's a tiny and thin band with 15 small diamonds around it. There is also a ring with Alex and I's birth stones. I don't think I have taken this thing off my neck since I put it on although; I fiddle with the rings often. I also have this silver semi rusted necklace that has an angel on it, my mom had this thing for angels. I'm not a religious person but, it is something I like to remember her by. I also have the scrapbooks and a tub of photos that were taken through our lives. I do have one photo that stands out; it is in a small photo frame with a picture of all of us. It was taken a couple of weeks before the accident and it's the last picture of all of us.
I haven't really been anywhere but my apartment a school yet. I didn't really plan to go anywhere either. I have made some acquaintances at school; I wouldn't exactly call them friends. I have a hard time making friends actually, it sounds stupid I know.
When I was a teenager the friends I had were the greatest until my parent's death that is. When they died everyone treated me like I was broken and I may have been but, it's one thing to be it and another thing for people to treat you like it. So, after I did stray into the wrong crowd they really thought I was broken. I was broken though and there wasn't anything anyone could at the time. Nobody knew how to help me even Alex had a hard time. It took him months to get me on the right track.
I am thankful everyday that I got my shit together. I needed a wakeup call and I got it. I know I didn't appreciate life before but, I accept it now. I am grateful for life, I like to think I lived for a reason.