• October :

    Since I no longer spoke with Taylor I wasn’t going to see him on Halloween like we had planned, in fact we had yet to speak to one another and I thought I was getting along just fine. Mom and my little brother were finally going to go, I was angry for some reason that day; I can remember that it was the twenty-fifth. “Priscilla! David and I are leaving now…Don’t you want to come and see us off?” Her voice was so filled with joy, I suppose that was why I was so angry, she sounded so happy to be leaving everything behind, I wanted to sound that happy too. “No. I hate you! I don’t want to be near someone as weak as you. Someone that has to run away from her problems! I want to run too! I want to run far away, one day I will though. Just like you are doing now” I looked back one last time before I closed and locked the door to my room, the look on her face burned a hole in my heart, it stung, it twisted and it broke my heart. They left and I was alone in that pitiful excuse for an apartment. If I’d known that it would be forever I would have ran out and begged her not to go…But really, would I have done that? Even if I knew what was to become of her and my brother would I have stopped them? There are days when the answer is “yes” and others where I answer “no” to my own little twisted question.

    I slipped on my pajamas and sat on my bed, the loud music drowning out the sound of Chiquita-Our dog-Clawing at the door. I would have missed the sound of my phone if I hadn’t dropped it and gone to pick it up at that one second. “Hello?” my voice was careless, just like any other time I would pick up my phone and answer an unknown number “Hello? Yes, this is American Airlines Calling to inform you that three hours ago plane 108 crashed landed on its way to Peru. We are very sorry for your lost…” The woman on the other side sounded robotic, I doubted if she had any emotions “Excuse me miss, but I think you have the wrong number” I said to her, but she insisted, “Is this not the Scarlett house hold? We have your number down in our records” Her tone was getting slightly frustrated “Uh…Number 561-577-3065?” I asked making sure she hadn’t dialed the wrong number by mistake “Yes, its all right here…A Karina Scarlett and a boy with the name of David Garcia?” “Yes…That’s the name of my mom and my little brother but…That couldn’t be true…A chance of a plane crashing is…” “I’m very sorry dear…But Plane 108 crashed three hours ago as it was making its first stop…” The robotic voice finally had a hint of emotion, pity, it didn’t suit her voice at all, in fact it made it shrill and rather annoying “…Thank you for telling me” I hung up, I set my phone back to where it sat most of the time, and then headed to sleep. I had thought that it was just a bad dream; I would wake up hours later laughing about how odd my hummer was when I slept. But it wasn’t a dream; my mother had really died along with my little brother in a plane crash. Though I didn’t cry, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, and I didn’t talk.

    My dad arrived the twenty-ninth to take me to St. Agustin-He had moved there when he had met and married another woman.