I was seven years old.I lived in Torino with my parents.

we were a happy family until they passed away.it was a car accident.

grand pa had been called to the hospital.

they were at the morgue.

grandpa must have been shocked to see them.

he'd returned home with a blank expression on his face.

it was dark.

the rain was falling.lightning flashed in the sky.

I remember standing by the opened door.he closed the umbrella in his hand and he looked at me.

he walked past me without saying anything.

two days later.we had gone to bury them in the grave yard.

along with the few people who attended.

it was quite a day for me.

we were all dressed in black outfits.

everyone who knew my parents were present. including some I couldn't recognize.

the priest who was in charge of the service was less familiar.

he held a Bible in his hand.a couple minutes had passed since the ceremony began. we all sat down to listen to his words before they were both buried.

everyone had left.

they left one by one until it was just me and grand pa.

he stood close to my mother's grave. his eyes were swollen and you could tell he'd been crying.

he'd been in this state of grief since their death.

I remember standing next to him. the cemetery was quiet.

I couldn't explain what I felt at that moment but I was damn sad.

it was like I had lost parts of myself.

they were gone now and no amount of tears could bring them back.

we had to move on.

I never realized how hard that would be.

I attended a school in the town.holy high.

my grandpa had taken over the responsibility of taking care of the bills.the house and myself.

he'd worked several jobs along the years.

he'd retired from the company which he formally served in.

I was made to focus on my grades and performance in school.

it wasn't easy because as the years passed by. so did my interest in life.

it was never the same.

The loss of my parents had left me damaged. weak willed and anxious.

grandpa tried his best never the less.especially by providing everything I needed.

but then.

it was never enough.

everything had changed.

six years had passed by and things were different now.

I had grown in height and age.even in class.

it was a Friday morning and I had woken up to see rachel.she was standing by my bedside.

her bag was on her back.

"hey dumb ass."

"aren't you gonna wake up?

I thought I was dreaming. I knew i wasn't.

"hey."

I stood up from the bed.

"we're gonna be late."

"get your ass up."

rachel was my friend.we both attended the same school.

our seats were close to each other.

she always checked up on me.

especially in the morning.

"am sorry."I said.

my room was littered with clothes.

books and old comics.

the ones my grandpa had purchased for me.

"come on."

"go take your bath."

she yelled.

"we are late already."

without hesitating. I went to the bathroom in my room and i closed the door.

I could hear her flipping through the books and whispering some words to herself.

within minutes.I was done.

I came out from the bathroom with a towel tied to my waist.

she was busy reading a comic.her attention wasn't on me.

I quickly walked toward the closet and took some clothes and an underwear.

I wore them and hanged the towel on the closet.

"you know what happens when we go late."

"don't you?

I nodded and picked my bag with my right hand.

"did you see my grandpa?

she nodded.she was still focused on the book.

Super man vs Doomsday.it was written at the back of the book.

"he said you shouldn't be late."

she dropped the book on the bed and stood up.

"again."she added and raised her eye brows.

"but no."

"you can't do that."

"can you?

I shook my head.

I didn't like going to school.

rachel and my grandpa knew this.

I never did fit in.

especially with the other kids.

"well."

"don't stand there pumpkin."

"let's go."

rachel said.

she opened the door.

I quickly followed behind her.

They was no one in the living room.the green lights were on and the windows were open.

I saw my flask on the table.

grandpa usually kept it on the table.at some point. he'd stopped waking me up and rachel had taken his place.

she was walking toward the exit door.

I picked the flask with my right hand and put it inside my bag.

I followed behind her and closed the door as soon as I passed.

I locked the door with my spare key.

rachel was standing at the lawn.

her hands were in her jean pocket.

I came down from the porch and we began to walk toward the road which led to holy high.

I saw the sign board.

brevely hills was written on it.

I was late again.