• My i-Pod lay abandoned on the sark wood desk, my laptop open and humming gently.

    Tiredly, I lay on the edge of my bed, the open letter next to me betraying what had been done.

    Ms. Marshall,

    We at Sullivan's Hospital regret to inform you that both of your parents, Andrew and Marcy, have passed away from a fatal car crash that occured yesterday. We are terribly sorry for your loss.

    The staff of Sullivan's Hospital.

    The tears fell, the empty house adding to the pain that grabbed my heart and ripped it to shreds. I felt as if my lungs were slowly losing air, the walls around me were closing in like a pack of wolves.

    My fingers clung to humanity, but only enough to keep myself from screaming from all of this.

    No one to go to now when I was sad. My dad would always be there for me, along with my mother, and they would comfort me and make all of it go away.

    But who would do it now?