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Dear Diary,

These past few days have been awful. I feel like I can't breathe, my entire world is falling apart. I'm trying to hold it together for Jeremy, but it's so hard to not break down and cry whenever we sit down to the dinner which neither of us will eat anyways… Jenna's been really great though. She doesn't press Jeremy to talk, or to do anything really. And she'll cuddle with me on the couch starring at a TV that we're not watching for hours after I've drained myself of all the tears left in me.

I just can't believe they're gone…

I can't explain this feeling. I don't know what to do. After the funeral, Matt came over, but I couldn't even look at him. Jeremy sat with me for the rest of the night, his arm around me while we mourned the loss of our parents. I was so grateful to have him with me, God knows that only a few days after the funeral he'd stop talking to me.

My friends aren't much help either. They mourned with me, but I'm starting to feel like a burden. Diary, I wish I had died in the accident instead of them. I think even Jeremy thinks that… He's just so angry with me. He doesn't come down for dinner anymore, and if he does, it's to take a plate back up to his room. And I feel horrible about what I'm doing to Matt. I haven't returned his calls or texts, I've barely said hi to him… Yeah… I went to the mall after the second day at home. I just couldn't take it anymore. The way Jeremy pretends I don't exist… I shouldn't be here diary. I don't know what to do… Nothing can bring them back.

Yours Always,

Elena

My eyes burn as tears continued to fall from them. It amazes me that I have any left at all. My diary is soaked to the point where the ink has run off the page by the time I close it, and my eyes blur over as I notice this sad fact.

I'm clutching my sides, trying to hold myself together when there's a knock on the window. Confused, I look up to see what the noise is coming from, and it takes me a second to clear my eyes so that I can see again. There, sitting on my window sill, is a big black bird. A crow. I'd seen a lot of crows lately. There was one at the funeral that floated around, landing on all of the old grave stones that I walked passed, and there was one at the park today, pecking at the grass near my while I picked at my lunch on a bench. As I stare, the crow continues to peck. The sound seems almost musical, and for some reason that I can't figure out, I'm walking towards that window, mesmerized by the tapping, and the deep beady eyes that have become all too familiar.

I sit by the window, watching the bird watching me, somehow comforted by the company. After a few minutes, I open the window slightly, enough to slide my hand under. The bird nibbles gently on my fingers, tongue and beak feathering across my skin. I'm shocked when I find myself smiling idly at the bird, and I'm quick to take the smile away. I shouldn't be so happy when my parents are dead. Especially when it's all my fault.

It's almost as if the bird has sensed my change in behavior. It starts pecking again at the window. I'm crouching down, arm wrapped around myself again, but I keep my right hand locked on the window, letting the bird's feathers wash over my shaking hand, soothing the burn in my skin where there's still a scar from the accident.

The pecking stops and I look up, afraid that the bird will leave, but instead I find its head buried under the window, trying to come into my room. I don't think I want a wild bird in my room, but I don't have time to decide for myself. There's a loud bang from the other room that sends the bird flying into the night.

I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life, as I sped down the hall to Jeremy's room, throwing the door open. I stand there, wide eyed as Jenna rushes up behind me, also caught off guard by the sound. I lean back, body tensing as I see the scene in front of me. Jeremy has thrown his wardrobe from its place against the wall, and it lays on the floor, contents thrown about the room. He glares at me in the doorway, and then slams in the door in my face, leaving me to the numbness that starts to wash over.

Behind me, Jenna is speechless. Her mouth opens and then closes, multiple times as if she's trying to speak. I have nothing to say. I return to my room. Once inside, I strip myself of my pajamas and walk into the washroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, not caring if the water is hot or cold, and letting it wash over me as I sat, and cried once more.

When I'd finally relaxed, and had sat and let my fingers and toes get pruny, I felt exhaustion wash over me again. I picked myself up from the floor of the tub, and carried myself - still wet - into bed, and let sleep take me. I was relieved to escape the world for a few hours.

"Elena," a voice said, calling me from behind. The soft, gentle voice sent a rush of comfort over me as I turned around. My parents stood behind me, smiling, their arms on each other's waists as they beckoned me to them. My smile took over as I ran towards them, ready to be back in my parent's arms.

A crow landed on my father's shoulder, and I slowed, looking at him quizzically.

"It's alright, Elena, you don't have to be afraid." He told me, soothing my fears. I began walking towards them again, and saw a second crow fly down onto my mother's shoulder.

"Mom…" I choked, unable to hold back my emotion. I hadn't been able to touch her for so long, and she was so close now… I could almost…

A crow was flying towards me now, full speed, and I reached out my hand to grab onto my mother's waiting one, but the crow dragged me backwards into consciousness.

I gasped awake, moaning as I saw that the clock on my bed side table ready only 5 30 am. Rolling over, I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, but the dream had me shaken. There was only a few days until school started again, I really needed to get my sleep habits sorted.