I happy then, but not so much now. It only took one talk to ruin a person's life, just like it did mine. I went from frolicking I'm grass to crying in my room. I wish I was there, the day of the reck. Maybe I could have told my dad "Watch out!" or "Stop!" Maybe I could have told my mom "that's not the right way." or "That guy looks drunk, he could crash!" But it all ended before I even knew.

~•<Flashback>•~

I was practicing for my solo that I am going to be doing in choir. My voice was loud, as it should be, when I heard the sudden ringing from the front doorbell. I stopped to see who was at the door. I looked though my bedroom window and I could see a police car sitting at the foot of our drive way.

I went down the stairs and to the door. I opened the wooden door and there stood a woman with a blue police uniform on. Although she looked friendly, I was scared and worried. "Hello officer." I was hesitant. "Hello. Do you, by any chance, know Salvanna and Zack Phenix?" It was a simple answer, yet it was hard to say anything. "Yes. They're my parents. Why?" Her face went from calm to saddened. She sighed a breathless sigh. "Then I am so sorry to say that just hours ago, your parents died within a car crash." The words hit me like bullets and the though of my parents dead entered my mind. I don't want to believe it.

"The other victim in the car crash was drunk and speeding. He died as well. I am so very sorry Miss." Tears didn't fail to spill out of my eyes. How could I not? ¡Son mis padres! Los amo hasta la muerte y no puedo amarlos más de lo que ya lo hago. ¿Cómo puedo vivir en una vida sin ellos? ¡Ellos fueron lo mejor que me pasó y ahora están muertos! ¡Esto no puede estar pasando!

I fell to the floor and the officer came running to comfort me and tried to calm me down. Once I was calm and okay, she left to give me space. The first thing I need to do is tell Max, my brother. I go up stairs to my room and pick up my phone off of my bed.

I go into my phone app and press on Max's contact. As soon as I do,  the phone starts ringing and I press the phone to the side of my face. Soon enough, a low beep could be heard and I listened to the calm voice of Max on the other end. How much this will tear him apart is unbelievable. I almost didn't want to tell him. I don't want to break his heart like mine was! "Hey Aph. What's up?" His voice ring in my head like a gong.

"Max? It's about mom and dad." My voice was shaky and hoarse. It hurt to talk. "Yeah? What about them? Is everything alright? You don't sound too good." He's worried, just like I was. I can't do this, but I have to! He deserves to know. "Mom and Dad- they- they died, Max." There was silence. Tear spilled onto my shorts and the bed.

"Max?" He wasn't answering until he did. "This has to be a joke. Aph, you know this isn't a funny joke right?" His voice boomed. He was angry, scared; sad. I knew him. I knew he wouldn't take it. "I'm not joking." My voice was calm. I don't want him to worry about me either. "Yes you are! Mom and dad aren't dead! Stop lying Aphmau!" He was devastated. He can't take it. I could hear his sobs from the phone. I was angry. Can't you just except it Max? They're dead!

"Why in all hell would I ever joke and lie about mom and dad being dead?" I yelled at him. "They are just as my parents as they are yours, Max!" He just had to spit back. " No Aphmau! Drop the act and stop fake crying! I know for a fact they aren't dead! You always wanted attention and now you are willing to say that your own parents are dead? That's shallow Aph." The tears wouldn't stop. We were screaming at each other. Of course.

"Why the fuck would you even say that? Fuck you Max! Go to hell!" I throw my phone against the wall. Upon contact, the phone shattered and the glass fell like rain. I was breathing heavy and anger boiled within me. Can't I just have someone on my side?

~•<End of Flashback>•~

How much I hated that. A few weeks after the incident, the funeral came. I couldn't bare to see everyone looking like they knew them, so I didn't go. I would have be able to handle the "sobs" and the "moving speeches" (that were obviously fake) and the people! Oh, the people! You could tell that their emotions are fake, besides, they didn't even know them as well as I did.

Instead, I sat at home crying. Hoping they will just walk through that front door and say "We're back!"

After the funeral, Max called me and apologized to me. Ever since he got my call, he was with me inside the house. We both slept, ate, and sat there. None of us talked and none of us had enough money to keep the house. I didn't want to let go of the house, it was my parents. It was the home with all of our memories in it! But, we had to let it go. Max had offered to let me stay at his house. He didn't want me to be out there alone. I didn't want to be out there alone.

So here we are now. Packing up Max's car full of boxes that were filled with mom and dad's valuables and memories. A suitcase was packed up full with my clothes. Two other boxes held my memories and valuables. Now my biggest journey begins. Oh Life, what do you have in store for me?