Kapitel 1: Chapter 1
Her graduation robe was drenched from the earlier rain, and her uncontrollable tears hit the still, desolate road with her bare feet.
Because of the raging chaos that accompanied the news, her mind was not her own.
She didn't want to spend her graduation day like this.No way, God. She probably imagined a ceremony to commemorate the happiest day of her educational career with her loved ones present.
the same family that died in a car accident a few hours ago on their way to her graduation. Specifically, her parents.
She blasted her destiny for the evil deed she had committed.She cursed everyone who had the power to right the world, but she still decided to take away the only thing she ever loved.
A young woman burst through the emergency ward doors wearing a soaked graduation robe that matched her bloodshot eyes. The medical staff at Clifford Hospital watched in bewilderment.
"Emery!"
Diana, the younger sister of her father, stopped her in her tracks and took the deranged-looking niece into her arms. Their screams also broke the stillness of the night in the emergency room.
"Please correct me if this is false! Please inform me that this is false! " The older woman shed more tears as she struggled desperately in her Aunt's arms.
How could she tell a lie to console her heartache? Can she lie to her every day when she wakes up to find her parents gone on a tour with a different couple and her parents' house empty?
A slender, elderly doctor in blue scrubs opened the emergency room door just then. As he watched the two women helplessly, he took a deep breath.
"I'm very sorry for your loss, Miss Hamilton."He said only that. The heart-wrenching pain of a loved one's death could not be mitigated by any form of comforting speech. The doctor walked off, giving the woman one last sympathetic glance.
Diana tightened her grip on the fragile niece as she sat on the metal loveseat by the door with her niece. She continued to mutter reassuring words to her niece, who was still crying in hysteria, despite the weight on her chest.
Diana finally asked, "Do you want to see them before they are cremated?" after some time had passed. Her niece was numbed by the word "cremated," so her words seemed to have been ignored.
Although they were not one of Clifford's wealthiest families, they certainly had enough to provide his parents with a dignified burial. Therefore, if her Aunt was referring to cremation, this indicated that the bodies were in an unsuitable condition for public display. Her niece seemed to cry even more at this realization.
"You should change out of these clothes as soon as possible. I can't allow you to get sick. Diana weighed the options. As she brushed her niece's tangled hair from her face, she said, "Emery, please talk to me," this time in between shedding a few tears.
"I want to see them and Chris," she said.
Emery managed to mutter in what she perceived to be a strong voice even though the long hours of crying had patched her throat and taken away her will to respond to anything or anyone.
She was helped to her feet by Diana, who hesitated before gently leading her into the chilly room.
When Emery saw the two lifeless bodies covered in the usual white cloth lying side by side on the long silver plate, her steps faltered.
They still managed to look like the powerful, loving, and caring couple they used to be, even when they were dead. Her body was shaking from the shock of the news that was still coursing through her system as she made small steps toward her heroes.
She could see her mother's once-high cheekbones, now pale and bloated from cuts, from proximity. The man who lay before her lacked anything that could be considered a face, so her father's once-smiling face was no longer there. Before she could let out another harrowing scream, she put a damp palm on her lips.
Diana walked her out of the room and buried her face in the crook of her neck, muffling her silent cries. They walked silently toward the room of her older brother, which was a few rooms down the hall.
Emery's chest grew painfully tighter with each stuttering breath as she gazed outside the glass pane at her once-vigorous brother in a coma.
A broken young woman who lacked the will to live again was the only thing that remained of the Hamilton family.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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