ash

nt to go to

d. Tristan said I'd regret it if I didn't go. He said it was important that

c happens to you, the last thing you want is people reminding you of how bad your situation is. I haven't really gra

idn't have money to donate so they offered their hands. Mom was helping out with the cooking and cleaning, and dad was helping out with maint

e he wasn't of the right status background and they'd told her to choose. Mom didn't have to think about it, she

s despite her family's fortune, she always taught me to cherish

ked really hard so that he could provide for us. I still remember how they used to bicker about that. Mom always telling dad he did

ch growing up and so he wanted more. Mostly to accommodate mom as she'd grown up with it. They'd eventually c

y hand and I look over to see Tristan beside me with a confused look on his face.

n autopilot ever since they'd broken the news to

ed with a speeding truck driven by a drunk driver and they died at the scene.

g numb to the whole thing. So when people had come to the

t

Dad come back." I whisper b

's about five people holding me but I d

o I don't have nightmares? Who's going to mend my broken heart? Who's g

oing to

hake before ever

in a room I've never seen before

an o

my beautiful mother. I must be at Aunty Maggie's. The realization brings

eers were going around getting on rides but I was holding on to my mother's leg. I was alw

th a softness in hers and said, "honey, if you don't go and face your fears you become a slave to them"

stand. I guess I see the point of it now, I remember most of her analogies and metaphors with a bigger

e she's not alone. Behind her is a scrawny looking older lady standing beside a tall intimida

her then the couple next to her waiting for her to explain but she just looks a

move slightly in discomfort. She doesn't seem to care that I would r

ys now seemingly in pain. "You k

her. Dear, I'm

cause she fell in love with someone who wasn't 'good enough'. Mom

that didn't mean I had to be ok with that. So when they'd want

et to be here! You don't get to care!" I shout a

s far as my legs could take me. I don't even realize I'm still i

s soon as I feel that I'm far enough. He gets to me in

ncontrollably. Being in his arms makes me feel like it's a

me," I whisper as we

on't want me to be anymore,"