They were dead. All dead. One moment she had seen them, the following moment the dreaded call. An accident. And she was left alone. The only reason she wasn't inside the car was because she had to study. They tried to convince her, telling her she needed some fresh air. Yet, she told them that she needed to stay, that she would go with them the next tine. After her exams. But there would be no next time. She was sixteen and alone in the world, her parents, her brothers, her grandparents, they were all dead.
It was so easy to forget about it, she would go on her usual life, arrive home, expecting to find one of her brothers, or her mother. And there was only silence. Silence filling all the corners of her house. She was happy she was to keep the house, though. It was full of happy memories, sometimes they hurt, because they reminded her of the good times she had spent with her family, but it was also a way to pay them tribute. It was lonely, for sure, but she had always been very independent.
At night, however, she would find herself craving company, wishing her mother was there to calm her to sleep, to tell her everything would be okay. But she was alone, and there was no one there to keep her company. She had no family anymore.
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