Not every body leads the best life.
That's okay, neither have I.
I've spent three years living on my own, without any calls from my parents.
And there's only one reason why.
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I was sitting at my dining room table, just zoning out. I was deep in thought.
My phone chimed.
It snapped me back to reality, and I looked at the Caller I.D. It was my mother. I smiled, and hit Answer.
"Mom! Nice to here from you!" I squealed in the receiver.
My mom and I have a strong bond. It was a bond that nobody ever really understood.
"Hi, Melly! I'm here with your father, and I just wanted to call you and tell you that-" She was interrupted by a hysterical crashing sound in the background.
"Mom?" I said, my eyes widening. "Mom?!" I wailed. No answer.
Then, the line went dead.

I was terrified for the rest of that day. I called every relative of mine and asked them if they've heard from my parents. Nothing.
I turned on the news, and hoped that they would say something.
A news anchor popped up on the screen. "Tonight, we have breaking news coming from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. There was a severe car accident on the highway. The citizens in the accident were Oliver and Marion Ackermann. Unfortunately, they did not survive."
My heart dropped to my stomach. They're dead?

So here I am, a twenty-six year old women living in a lonely, and dark world.
Today marked three years since the worst day of my life.
I was going to visit my parents' grave, which are right next to each other.
I gripped two little bouquets of tulips, and paused.
How have I made it this far?
I looked in the mirror. My skin was a ghostly pale, my blue-black hair with hot pink and electric blue highlights was straight, and my slim body fit perfectly in a black dress. My dark eyeliner was sightly smudged from tearing up.
I walked to a bench next to a stop sign, and sat down.
I have a car, but it broke down a couple of days ago, so I'm taking this bus until I can afford to get it repaired.
I heard the grueling sound of the bus pulling in. It stopped, and I walked on.
The bus smelled of whiskey and newly smoked cigarettes. I grimaced at the unpleasant scent, and sat down in a seat.
The bus stopped at a few stops, and a guy sat next to me. I didn't bother to see who it was.
Then, depression hit me out of nowhere. I felt like sobbing, but I didn't want to humiliate myself in public.
I covered my face more with the flowers, and let a couple of tears escape.
Of course, I had to slip a loud whimper, and everybody on the bus glared at me.
"Are you okay?" A voice said next to me. I didn't look up to see who it was, considering my makeup was probably a hot mess.
I slightly looked up to see who it was.
There was a scrawny guy with mussed dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes that glimmered in the light, and a sincere and concerned expression on his face.
Then, it hit me.
That was Jimmy freaking Fallon from Saturday Night Live.
That made me want to hide my face even more.
"Hey, you can talk to me. I won't bite." Jimmy said sincerely, putting his hand on my arm. Like my anti-social self, I yanked my arm away.
"Leave me alone." I said gruffly. I didn't want to be so rude, but I didn't want to get involved with someone else. I've already been betrayed enough to trust someone that easily.
"Okay, okay. Sorry." Jimmy held up his hands defensively, and fixed his gaze in front of him.
I lifted my head up, even though my makeup was probably ruined. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad position right now." I said through my teeth, pulling a lock of hair behind my ear.
Jimmy looked back at me, and looked me up and down. He started to grin, but his expression immediately turned back to neutral.
"No worries." Jimmy said in his scratchy voice, and smirked.
We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments.
"So, uh, whats going on? Are you okay?"
I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Just...I'm visiting my parents' grave."
Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss."
I nodded. I was so tired of hearing that. I hated when people pretended to pity me.
"So, you're on, uh, S-Saturday Night Live, right?" I was uncontrollably stuttering for whatever reason.
Jimmy's lips spread into a grin. "Yes, indeed."
"You're really funny, I watch you on there every Saturday night. I love you and Tina Fey."
"Thank you so much!" Jimmy zoned out for a moment, and looked back up. "You're really pret-" Jimmy interrupted himself, and looked around as if he never said anything.
Was he about to call me pretty? Oh please, I'm hideous. I'm dark and gothic, what boy would see me as pretty? A deranged one.
I didn't bring it up again, just to be nice after snapping at him earlier.
We didn't say another word to each other until I was at the graveyard.
"I-I have to go," I stammered, picking up my bouquets of flowers. Jimmy sat up straighter, and smiled.
"Okay, I hope to see you soo-" He interrupted himself again, and looked around bashfully.
I gave the bus driver a five, and walked into the graveyard.
I roamed through the rows until I found my parents.
I kneeled down, and gazed at both of their graves.
I broke down crying.
"I miss you guys so much," I said mumbled under my sobs, my head in my hands.
I laid the bouquets of flowers right next to their gravestone, and stood up.
"I love you." I muttered.