wreck

“Good morning, Lara,” Charlie, my dad, greets me from the island as I make my way into the kitchen.

I was surprised to see him in the kitchen, but i didn’t let it show on my face. “Good morning, Charlie,” I reply, dropping my back by the island and grab an apple and a jam smeared toast on a plate

He sort of nodded in acknowledgement and went back to his work. I sighed involuntarily and hurriedly finish my breakfast.

I have grown quite accustomed to his indifference towards me, his only daughter. It now failed to evoke any kind of emotion in me anymore but it was at times like this, when his coldness catches me off guard, that made me reminiscence the past carefree man-of whom he was just a mere shadow now. It was not like he was angry with me or something, he had just....... failed to realise that he was not the only one affected, that his daughter too was grieving; he had failed to look past his own sorrows to see that there was a girl who desperately wised for her daddy to comfort her. After what happened-

No, I stopped myself mid-thought, don’t go there now. I managed to push the painful thoughts aside and got up to put mu dish in the sink. Gathering my bag, I quickly left the kitchen as soundlessly as possible and head out.

It was unbearable to stay within that house on some especially cruel days, today being one of those days. It was actually a relief for me to have a reason for getting out of that cold building, void of any kind of emotion, which was once upon a time a warm home, filled with love and joy. This actually made me thankful that I had school but the thought was only fleeting, as I still hated going to the useless, snobby excuse of an institution called Prescott High School.

Pushing my thoughts aside I walk to my car, my baby, Aston Martin Vanquish, and get inside, tossing my back on the backseat. I put the key in the ignition and the beauty purrs to life. I think the car is the only thoughtful thing that Charlie has ever given to me- but then again he might have thought that I required a car and so he gave a nice one to me. Fortunately, it was the same car that I was pining after for some time.

I take off from the driveway and make my way to high school. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I drive, trying to calm myself, but every attempt at composure seemed to be ineffective. This day was filled with too many emotions, tears and heartbreaks that even after ten years, I can still feel the barely healed scars in my heart.

Deciding to make a stop before going to school, I turn to another street and hoped that I could still make it to school on time. Not that I really cared, I could always sweet talk my way out of any kind of punishment and it also didn’t hurt that my father was Charles Harrison, CEO of the multinational company Harrison and Enterprises, but it at least gave me something to think about other than painful memories from the past.

Reaching my destination, I pull the car to a stop and take a deep breath to calm myself before getting out of the car. I wring my hands in front of myself, indecision coursing through me.

Perhaps this was a bad idea.

Steeling myself, I push open the gates without much effort and walk ahead, my backbone straight and my posture tense.

Spotting some violets along the boundary, I pluck two of them-her favourite number had always been two-and continue on through that place until I reach her headstone. It was a white marble one, plain and simple with black inscriptions on it.

Geraldine Harrison

August 24, 2000 – August 24, 2005

Daughter of Charles Harrison and Sophie Harrison

Sister of Lara Harrison.

May she rest in peace.

Placing the flowers beside the headstone with shaking hands, I whisper a barely audible, “Happy birthday G,” and turn away before I fall apart.

I start walking away without even sparing a glance at the other plain headstone beside it. 

For what it is worth, the person ceased to exist for me the day she picked up the first bottle of Johnny Walker.

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A/N: I am fairly new to this writing thing, so I hope that I didn't disappoint everyone much.......... all criticism is welcomed but that doesn't give you the right to be mean......... hope you enjoyed :)