1 Prolouge

AN: the symbol * means a translation for my non-Spanish speakers

"Sweetie, are you excited to see your sister again huh?'' mother chuckles lightly while handing me my toy robot." Yup, I can't wait to see her!" I replied with a wide grin on my face. My mother smiles in response and turns towards the front. I watch as my father holds my mother's hand while driving, picking her hand up and kissing the back of it lightly while whispering "mi amor*". she blushes in response and lightly slaps his shoulder.'' my father looks back up smiling, that moment I thought everything was perfect, everyone was smiling, we were all laughing until I watched his smiling face fade into fear. He tried to swerve the car away from the vehicle coming at us. I shut my eyes tightly as I could, feeling the impact of the seat belt slamming on my chest, hearing the click of the belt. Everything fell silent "is it over"," how's mom and dad" what happened" I kept thinking to myself.

I slowly began to open my eyes and everything was upside down. smoke-filled the car, stinging my eyes. I unclipped the seatbelt and fell towards the roof of the car." Ow!" I cried in a loud pain holding my chest and feeling the sharp pain in my ribs. I tried to get up but stumbled back down. I looked down and noticed my leg was disfigured in an inhumane way. I grip onto the front seats forcefully dragging my entire body towards my parents while grunting. I pull myself up gasping for air and slowly trying to speak

"Mom" I gasp, struggling to speak, "dad" I hold my chest and make it to the front

The scene I saw that day left me in a petrified state, the gruesome scene lying before me of my parents entirely crushed. Their once cheerful faces are now lifeless soulless bodies in a crushed ruin. I tried to scream, I really did try but the only thing coming out was utter silence; the once happy colors have faded to a dull gray. I felt like screaming, shouting why me so much I had no more voice, the silence was my answer. the pain wrapped around my heart stabbing it like millions and millions of needles repeatedly leaving me numb. Not a single tear rolls down my face. What I feel is something that cannot be described in some simple words. It's beyond that. The feeling of emptiness has never been clearer. They're gone...they are really gone, let this be a dream.

I slowly close my eyes and my breathing has slowed down. The pain I had felt is something tolerable but the pain I feel within me is something that's almost nearly impossible to fix. My eyes shut close leaving only the wailing sirens in the distance coming closer and closer. Is this the end for me?

Pitch black, an endless void with only silence. Well, not all silence I can hear beeping and someone sobbing. Why are they crying? Are they okay? I need to move, I need to get up. My fingers begin to move slowly. The feeling of someone grabbing my hand and the sound of a muffled voice yelling. My eyes flutter open to bright lights and a pure white ceiling. My gaze fell upon a girl. The girl I've known my entire life even in the womb,my twin sister Estelle. Her mascara ran down her cheeks in a line with tears all over her red face. She holds my hand tightly crying with a muffled voice yelling "doctor!" "doctor!" "he's awake!".after a few minutes many people rush in with white lab coats rushing to my side and begin asking me questions, shining lights onto my face while others push Estelle out.

After a few hours, the doctors let Estelle and another woman inside while notifying me of my condition. Estelle comes in again with a soft smile on her face gently sitting in a chair beside the bed. She holds my hand comforting me while introducing the woman to me.

"Nova," she says softly

"This is our aunt, she's going to be taking care of us from now on," she says gesturing towards the woman standing behind her.

The women's small frame was decorated in high-end expensive clothing and jewelry. Her earrings glimmered in the light, her clothes designs showed off how expensive they were like if a single drop of mud would make it cost millions. I lower my sight to my sister, her black hair in a messy bun with a few hairs sticking out, dried makeup, and tears on her flushed cheeks. her beautiful bright blue eyes now red eyes from crying so much and dark circles under them. Her clothing was baggy and rushed.

Estelle continues on "you were asleep for 4 weeks Nova, it's going to take a year for a full recovery " she says dejectedly.

"Plus you need therapy to walk again" she goes on. My face was in utter shock from everything going in my mind. I begin to try and slowly speak." where's mom and dad" my voice comes out hoarse cracking at each word. her eyes widen, she grips the chair tightly and begins to speak."Mom and dad they're resting now." she smiles softly while putting her hand over my hand.

I know she was holding her tears back I can understand what she's trying to say. Tears overflowed my face. Drowning in my own tears it's my fault, it's my fault they're gone.

My sister grabs my hand while my aunt clears her throat in a loud manner and begins to say "it's a shame your parents are dead but I don't want any crying in my household you'll abide by my rules and my rules only, do I make myself clear." My sister glares at our aunt while nodding her head in agreement. My aunt sits on the couch scoffing while scrolling through her phone. We both knew living with her would be a living hell. The click of my aunt's heels as she strides over to the bed, looking down at me with a disgusted face.

"I've instructed some people to throw away your things you won't be needing anymore where we are going" she replied harshly

"But-"my sister begins to say before being cut off by our aunt

"Estelle sweetie you're keeping your things, you are a girl after all and a woman needs her things in California" she replies sweetly to my sister with a smile."California! Why can't we stay here!'' I say as my voice cracks while trying to get up and move. Grunting in pain I flop back down onto the bed. it's a 44-hour drive from new york to California, it's across the entire country. My thoughts were interrupted by my aunt when she raised her voice.

"Hush boy!" she snaps at me glaring into my eyes while staring into me she mutters under her breath "your just like your scoundrel of a mother."The sorry-excuse-for-a-aunt turns away and walks out into the hospital hallway. My sister sticks her middle finger up at her muttering "

maldita perra*" in spanish as our aunt walks away. I let out a small laugh at her while nodding my head in agreement.

I sigh and lay my head back down preparing for what's to come in the near future. I close my eyes observing the sounds around me, the shuffling noise of my sister quietly leaving the room. What's going to happen to us now? I begin to doze off into a small slumber.

my middle school years had already ended in an instant

*mi amor - my love

*maldita perra - damn bitch

AN:more coming soon this is my first book I'm ever writing so ill do my best to be able to upload the chapters.