Skinny love
-prologue-
When I was ten years old, my sister hopped in a car with some friends. When the doorbell rang to drop her off, there was a cop at our door.
“Are your parents home, Miss?”
“Who’re you? Did Taylor get in trouble?” Upon asking this, the cop’s eyes sank and his voice cracked.
“May I please speak to your parents?” I nodded and raced after them. When they got to the door, the cop kindly asked me to go so he could speak to my parents privately. My dad was the first one I heard, a loud sob, followed by a “No, that can’t be...”
Next my mom, who I could tell was hyperventilating from how hard she was crying. What’s happened? I remember wondering. If only I knew. My mom and dad came in a few minutes later, still crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked them. But by now, I knew. My sister wouldn’t be coming home.
There had been a car fire, they had no idea how it happened. They said the doors of the car stuck, and she couldn’t get out while the flames got bigger. A neighbor called the police, but the time they got there it was well past too late. The weird thing is that my sister was the only one in the car and she was in the back seat. If she was driving home why would she be in the back seat?
A month later, we moved to New York, away from South Carolina, where it all started.
Flash forwarding to the present, five years later, we’re going back. I tell you, I still feel it. I still feel her presence here. I hate it. I want it to go away. I want that hole she left in my essence to go away. I want it to be filled, but I don’t know quite how.
“Home, sweet, home.” Dad said as we pulled into the driveway of our new beach house.
“Epic.” Jacob, my eight year old brother said as we pulled in. He doesn’t remember her death that well.
“Aubrey, I know we just got here, but if you want to stay in a little to get com-“
“Mom, I’m fine. I’ll go to the beach with you guys. It’s no big deal.” I hated it when she brought it up.
“Oh, all right.” She hopped out off the car and grabbed her suitcase. “Just bring your things in first.”
“I call first room pick!” Jacob said.
“As if, I’m older.”
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I went to the beach, it was somewhat the same, less crowded, I’d say. I sat in the sand and drew pictures.
“Hi, I’m Nate.” I looked up to see a blond boy with an Australian accent.
“I’m Aubrey.”
“Are you a local here?”
“No, are you?”
“No, well, my brother is, but I’ve lived with me mom most of my life and he’s lived with our dad. I’m staying with dad for the summer.”
“Interesting story.”
It was a short conversation, but it’s where all the trouble started.
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