Roselle's P.O.V

'I didn't know feelings like this existed, feelings like this pain. It's suffocating' I thought as I watched my mum weep and my dad stare at his wife with pain-stricken gaze.

"No" my mum cries out, tears falling down her beautiful, tanned skin which my sister took after.

It hurts so much, I wish I can take their pain away but how, even I can't stop crying as I looked at my sister's unmoving body on the hospital bed. Everything still seems so unreal.

I wish I could do something, anything at all to relieve everyone of this pain but I'm no magician, I can't bring a dead person back! I can't bring my sister back to life.

"Lovette baby, come on look at mummy" mum cries with hopeful gaze that my sister will open her eyes and respond, even when we all know that's impossible.

"Mum" I whispered heartbroken, this isn't the woman I've always known, even if before she never treated me as well as my sister, but she was at least always my sister's happiness now she's just a poor soul who just lost something dearest to her.

My dad carefully touched mum and pulled her close as they both shared each other's comfort.

I wanted someone to hug me too and share my own pain, but I can't be selfish and pull them away from each other, everything shouldn't be all about me.

They needed this.

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"I'm sorry for your loss Mr. Grey but you'll have to sign some papers at the counter before we can release her body to you" the doctor said, and my dad nodded mutely.

It's been hours now and my mum just sat silently while staring at nothing, her eyes still red from all the crying.

Everything seems like a blur.

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It's been weeks since my sister died of a stray bullet and the once happy home, I knew never remained the same, it's now a shell of its past self.

I know my parents are grieving but I feel they forgot they have one more daughter that is very much hurting just as much as them.

I know she used to be their perfect daughter and I'm just the odd one out but I'm still their daughter and she was my sister too. I miss her just as much as they miss her. I mean I'm happy they are helping each other get through this but in the process, they are losing me too, because I need someone to tell me it's all going to be fine, I needed someone to console me.

I can't pass through the rooms and hallways and not hear her laughter bounce through the walls.

She was the ray of sunshine in the family, and I was just my parents second child who likes to keep to herself even though I'm the first daughter.

"Rosella" I heard my mum's hoarse voice call for me.

As I stood up and left my room, I felt kind of happy because this is the first time in weeks one of them even acknowledge that I was in fact still living under their roof.

I silently entered my dad's study where I heard her voice coming from. I have a feeling I won't like what I'm about to hear. The atmosphere in the room is nothing but tense.

My dad is sitting behind his desk with documents scattered on the table, while my mum is sitting on the couch, they both looked up once they heard me enter.

"How are you?" My dad asked taking me by surprise, I looked up seeing him staring at me waiting for my response.

"I'm fine, I guess" I said deciding not to worry them, that the last thing I would want to do

"You're fine, really! it should have been you on that bed and not my poor baby girl" my mum yelled crying and the hurt that consumed me almost sent me on my kneels. I know it should have been me instead of my younger sister, but hearing it from my mothers lips is a total different kind of pain.

"Angela" dad warned, and I looked at him and it seems to me he would have wished that too but he's just hiding it better, they never cared about me, not him or my mother. Tears rolled down my face, but I just kept mute.

Mum started crying again before storming out of the study.

"The reason I called you here is to tell you we will all be moving in three days" he said.

"Why?" I asked even if I know the reason already.

"Do not question me Roselle" he snapped, and I gulped.

"Can I at least know where?" I asked silently.

"Italy!"

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter?

Please comment.

Italy here we come!!!

Is the move going to benefit her or create more problems?

Do you think her parents' behavior is accounted for?

And what do you think fate have in store for our beautiful spirit Roselle?