She Even Poked The Holes So I Could Breathe

Christa’s P.O.V

“Christa when you’re done go head off to bed”

My mother muttered quietly looking down at her food from the quiet dinner table, knowing that no one wanted to talk at all I just simply nodded and placed a fork full of mashed potatoes in my mouth. I looked over to my father who was staring off into space; he had not even touched his food yet. I stood up and placed my plate in the sink that was piling up with dishes. I sighed and headed to my room, this constant silence in the house was due to my older sister dying a few months ago. It was November and my sister went to the mall with a friend. She was 18 and no one in the house minded, she always hung out with her friends. I missed her when she left because I being 17 years old and having no friends was pretty lonely; when she was here we used to laugh with each other and watch T.V. So when she was with her friends I sat in my room reading a book or going online and listening to music.

*Flashback*

That day when we received a knock at our door, I was in my room and came out when I heard my mother crying. I quickly ran out and at the door were two police officers. My dad at the door asking both of them what they told my mother, I heard the worst thing that could happen.

“I’m sorry sir but earlier today your daughter was in a car accident, she died on impact… I am very sorry for your loss”

My father now holding my blubbering mother had no emotion, He didn't cry he didn't do anything but hold her, and I could hear him whispering to my mother.

“Calm down honey” and “It’s going to be alright”

I let out a quiet sob as tears rolled down my cheeks, my father looked to me not realizing I was there. He bent down to the ground bringing my mother with him as they sat on the floor.

*Present*

While in my room I pulled out my high school yearbook from last year, I flipped to the page that held my sister, a year above me, she was smiling and had her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. I wiped away a few tears and flipped to the activities page. Her picture was in Cheerleading, Volleyball, Drama Club, and Student Council. She was in everything under the sun; People didn't even think we were related considering her enthusiasm for all these things and I doing nothing. I placed the book back on the shelf and looked at the other side of my room that held my dresser and bed. I looked to the corner that had boxes all stacked up on top of each other. About a week ago we had moved and my stuff was already unpacked, but while passing by my parent’s bedroom theirs were still in the boxes.

After my sister’s death they became depressed and didn't talk as much, The house that was once filled with laughter and joy was now silenced and gloomy. I had to do most things myself; My parents rarely did anything than go to work and make dinner… Make dinner half the time. I swear I could be missing for a whole day and they wouldn't even notice. I know most people would think that after one of their daughters dies they would treat the other one with so much kindness and give her everything; well that’s not how life works. I went over to the desk that held an old backpack. That was my backpack full of school supplies that I would need for high school. Yep it’s already the middle of the first quarter and I’m going in as “The New kid”. I was really nervous, I didn't have any friends last year besides my sister but now she is gone. I don’t think I’ll make any in this new school. Tomorrow is the first day I start and I have no idea what to expect. I opened it up for about the 5th time today checking to make sure I had everything I need, pulling out every notebook and pencil.

I gave a sigh as I checked the time 11:30 Pm; I guess it was time to go to bed. I slowly pulled on my shorts and tank top then slowly crawled into bed. I laid there for about ten minutes thinking of how school will go. What classes will I get? Will I make any friends? I hope I make friends; it will help me to relieve all this sadness. I have been cooped up in this house forever, not going anywhere or doing anything. Again, Just listening to music or reading. Thinking about it, most 17 year olds go to parties and have boyfriends and get drunk and all these wild things…Then there’s me. Not that I don’t want t go to parties or have a boyfriend; It’s again with the friend thing.
I slowly turn to my side and close my eyes, Hoping tomorrow will be a good day and began to fall asleep.

Notes

Hello, Killjoy here...
I'm not sure what this is going to lead to?
It's A Ray Toro love story...We don't see those much.
I'm just making a new story with my friend @EarlySunsetsOverMonroeville

Lets just see how it goes :)

Love you guys <3
~ Killjoy 4 Life