In Her Eyes

There was fire in her eyes. She just learned about something she didn’t want to know. She has become an orphan overnight. She was always struggling to know who she was. “Where do I belong,” she thought to herself. Being at a young age, she didn’t know how to take this. She had been born sixteen years previous and she was burdened with overwhelming sadness. The rain was coming down really hard now. The fire had been extinguished.
Her parents loved her very much. Before she was born, they had already prepared her bedroom. Her room was almost excessively pink; full of teddy bears and bunches of lovable animals caressing the room. She had been born on September 11, 2034. When she was born, they knew immediate love. They had created something that would bring them never-ending bliss. She had grown up to be a very smart child, even good enough to correct her parents grammar at five years old. When she was seven years of age, she was brought to Europe to see some of the most extraordinary sites. They showed her the coliseum, Eiffel tower, the leaning tower of Pisa, and so much more and she never stopped smiling.
She was woken up at five in the morning by the sound of knocking on the house door. She was wary about going to the door because she knew her parents were not home. They had to go to an emergency meeting at the local FEMA office. They were the Regional Managers so they were always flying somewhere for some problem. I was never given details. I tried asking them about it but they always said, “Never you mind about what we do.” I never understood that. She started heading towards the door thinking maybe her parents forgot to take the keys with them.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s the police, ma’am. Could you open up, please?”
I open the door and I see the officer. He has a red ribbon on. What was that about? Did he donate blood or something?
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your parents…have been involved in a car accident and they did not survive.”
I chose to not listen to him. I already knew what he was going to say. Police don’t normally come to your house unless they have a reason to and I knew this wasn’t going to be a good one. I fell to my knees and started sobbing like the rain. Are you fucking kidding me? What did I do to deserve this? Where am I going to go? Who else do I have now? My life is over. What did I do to deserve this? Wher⎯
“We need you to come with us back to the station. We have some things you need to fill out.”
“Can’t you see that my life is over? My world is coming to an end. Who else do I have?”
Silence filled the room. What could possibly be said to fix this void that I feel? She went into her room still sobbing; listening to the heavy rain pound on the rooftop. She put on her shoes and a black jacket and headed back to the front. She remembered something. She forgot to put out the fire in the backyard. That was one this she always loved about her backyard. They had a fire pit. What is better than sitting in front of a fire? She looked outside as a tear falls from her face; the fire had been extinguished.