Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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4. Kylie

My hatred was building up day after day. The reason I ended up like this was him. The man who killed my parents because he didn't think before getting in the car. My head was spinning from the blackouts the past days - every one of them from the same reasons; dehydration, drug abuse, alcohol and pain - every day, I woke up, not remembering anything, and every day, having to rediscover my parents death. My heart was more than broken, and I could feel nothing besides the growing pain in my chest. I stopped looking where I stepped days ago, which had made my feet throughly cut, and red from dried blood. The apartment was a total mess. My usual neat-freak personality was gone, and I only wanted it to get messier, just to remind me that the whole thing was real, and that there was no mother here to clean up after me. No father here, to tell me to get my head together.  Nothing.

I woke up, the warm sun kissing my skin, and my eyes dried out from tears. my bed was freshly made, and my room was spotless. I swung my legs over the bed. What'd happened? Yesterday, my room had been more of a mess than my head. I stood up, apparently to quickly, beacause my sight turned black, and I had to sit back down. I tried again, and felt my feet enter the warm and fuzzy night-slippers by my bed. I threw them out years ago? I looked around my big room. The white walls were cleaned, and my photo-collages were placed perfectly, like I'd just put them on the wall. My homework and school stuff, wasn't laying around on the floor, but were piled neatly on my white desk, and my drawers closed. I could see that my clothes had been washed, and maybe even ironed, because they were falling perfectly from the hangers on my rack. I walked over to the door in to the narrow hallway, leading to the living room, the crease on my forehead getting deeper and deeper with confusement. Who had been in here? I opened the white door, and entered the freshly cleaned hallway. The sound of the vaccum was overpowering, and the fresh air blew in to my face, making me sneeeze from allergies. I laughed to myself, as I walked past the door to the bathroom and my pare-... my parents room. I was going crazy. I walked in to the kitchen, looking around for whoever was vaccuming the big space, and , saw someones butt sticking up from behind one of the white leather couches. I could see who it was, just from the bright floral dress. I cleared my throat, and suddenly my  cousin Kylies face appeared. My face lit up in a smile, the tears started falling from my eyes, as I ran towards her with my arms open - jumping over the couch and bumped into her. tipping her over, almost hitting the coffee table with her head. She started laughing, and so did I. I buried my face in her neck, and as we were lying down on the whitewashed polished hardwood floors, she started stroking my hair.

"Hi Janie." she said, her voice light from laughter. I smiled, and dried away my tears with the back of my hand, as I breathed in her light summery scent. Marc Jacobs Daisy. Our favorite.

"I've missed you!" she said, giving me a squeeze.

"I've missed you too." I said, trying to control my voice.

And there we were laying, the sunlight kissing our skin, and the feeling of love, slowly coming back to me.

 

 

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