Broken Promises

So, I’m not really sure how to begin to introduce you to my story so I’m just gonna get right into it. I’m Catherine, 16 years old and I live a perfect life together with my two parents and my 7 year old sister Daisy. My parents had me when the were still teenagers but that didn’t stop them from loving me any less, on the contrary even. My parents are awesome and such caring people. My life was just perfect, until at one moment when it was decided that they would be taken away from me.  It’s been a whole year since then… I had broke down completely and let’s just say that the last year has been pretty dark for me. It was like I just couldn’t accept or deal with the fact that they weren’t there anymore. I’ve lived in a psychiatric hospital for the past year since my grandparents didn’t know what they could do to help me. It’s not like it was easy for them, they just lost their daughter and suddenly had to take care of two broken kids… Anyway, today I’m supposed to get back to my old life. At least that’s how the doctors describe it, but I know that I can’t go back to the person I was. I used to be really social, outgoing and just a happy kid but I’ve became very introverted and just prefer to be completely alone. I’m just not the same anymore but I’ve gotten to terms with their passing, doesn’t mean it doesn’t  hurt anymore. “Do you have everything, Catherine?” grandma asks. I just nod, not making any eye contact as I put my last things in the car. I just hope that some of the pain stays here so I can leave it all together with this place. “You ready to go, sweetheart?”, she asks from inside the car. “Yeah”, I quickly answer while giving one last glance to the building and getting in the car.   The car ride was quiet, which I was really thankful for. I think grandma doesn’t really know what to say to me anyway as I haven’t really been that talkative lately. After a good 40 minutes we arrive at the place that’s supposed to be home for the next few years. Getting back to the ‘normal’ life just seems weird, it almost makes me afraid. My grandparents do live in different town, meaning I’m really starting from zero and I honestly don’t know how I feel about that. As I’m thinking about the new town I see my little sister, who’s now 8, running to the car. I quickly get out the car and take her in my arms. After everything she is the only that makes me smile and where I feel a little bit like my old happy self. “I missed you, munckin”, I whisper meanwhile a few tears threaten to escape. “I missed you more”, she says as she pulls back and starts dragging me inside. “Common, let’s go see your room” I quickly follow her inside meanwhile my grandparents take my two bags inside.   After unpacking my backs and eating dinner I actually felt a lot better. I know it will never feel the same but I just want to happy and get on with my life. Dropping down on my bed I realise how tired I actually am. That’s something I did learn, that emotions can make you super tired. Wasting no time I put on a big shirt and quickly get under the covers, falling asleep not long after.   Flashback Chaos… Pure chaos. Yelling, then glass shattering and again more yelling getting louder and louder. They told me to stay here, hide and not make a sound. Pretend I wasn’t even there. But I was getting scared now. As I heard cries from downstairs the tears started flowing with me as well. I could recognize all the voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I was shaking in fear by now. And that’s when I heard him yell. “YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME”, followed by more glass shattering. By now I crawled under my bed and had my hands over my ears but that didn’t stop the deafening scream coming from downstairs. It was my mother. She kept screaming loudly and crying but all of a sudden it all stopped. All of a sudden it was dead silent.