Genres: Family, Tragic, Friendship, Romance with possible Future Supernatural and slight Comedy.
Words: Between 1900-2000
Warnings: Erm...Twas proofread through Microsoft Word...Mozilla Firefox disapproves of Microsoft's Spell check (which ticks me off)
Note: Incomplete--this is going to be about two or three chapters. This is merely chapter one--so don't freak out about the ending!
Please comment and tell me if you spot any mistakes.
And Nicole, I just had to use your name! It's too cute not to use!
Summary: Nicole, a very frail thirteen year old girl, never sees her parents. She was told they were away on business, but she hasn't seen them in nine years! Sergio, her family gardener, keeps her entertained as does Eva, her family's Personal Assistant or P.A for short. Realization dawns on her slowly as she begins to wonder why her parents are never mentioned by anyone other than Eva..? Why is this? What is everyone hiding?
I want to grow up faster, I want to heal faster, and I want to be normal. Maybe then my parents would want to spend time with me instead of going on so many business trips. I haven’t seen my parents since I was about three—four. So my memory of them is very foggy.
They slip in during the night when I’m sleeping and slip out again before I wake—so I’m told.
At the moment, I sit alone in my bed, leaning against the headboard, journal on my lap and an orange pen in my left hand. I was going over all the labels so they wouldn’t fade.
I was constantly being told of how much I look like my mother and how much I acted like my father.
I come from a wealthy family, my dad owns businesses around the world, and my mom is a famous designer—so I was told.
“Nicole?” A voice sounds from my room’s closed door. “Are you still awake?”
My family’s P.A. enters the room with a tray. On it sat a cup of warm milk and a small snack.
“It’s late; shouldn’t you be going to sleep soon?”
I nod, putting my diary and pen aside so Eva could place the tray on my lap.
She started to tell me things as I nibbled my snack and sipped my milk. She was grinning as she asked me, “Do you want to know how your parents met?”
“No, not really, I do not want to know,” I respond simply.
She told me anyways. She mentioned them skiing in the Alps. How my mother sprained her ankle and how my dad had carried her back to the lodge. I didn’t want to hear these types of things. I didn’t even know my parents personally.
“Do you want to know the first time I met your mother?”
I shook my head. It didn’t matter to me all that much, but she told me anyways. She told me about how she nearly got hit by a car at the age of eight and how my mom had saved her, falling into a coma soon afterwards from hitting her head on the sidewalk. Why is she telling me these types of things?
“I owe her my life that I do, you know. Her and Scott loved you very much, you know.”
“Loved me. As is past tense? Is that why they’re never here anymore? Because they don’t love me anymore?!” That would make a lot of sense. Why they only come and go when I’m sleeping. I’ve even been really ill all this time, and not even a letter or anything!
“Hush, Child. Let me tell you of a time when your parents weren’t so busy .”
“I—I don’t want to hear it! I have no memories of them! I don’t want any memories of them!”
She told me anyways...Of course she would continue to tell me of times I did not wish to know. She told me a story of a time when I once sat beside my mother and father on a boat towards Honolulu. That week there, she says, your parents and you met Sergio.
“Sergio? You mean the gardener?” I pondered on thoughts of the elder teen being found when I was four...what does that mean?
“Yes, your parents took him in and raised him. He refused to accept their gratitude without doing something in return, and he was an excellent gardener even at such a young age.”
Sergio was barely four years older than me...so wouldn’t that make him eight at the time?
She continued with the story as if it were never interrupted. She rambled on about us doing all these things...I was four! How was I supposed to remember a blasted thing?! I started toning her out.
“Do you want to hear about the time when your father saved a plane from crashing?”
“No, I don’t want to hear it!”
“Well you see it happened when he was on a trip to Paraguay.”
I covered my ears with my palms, but she continued anyways. Why would I care? These are things my parents did back in times when I couldn’t remember a thing. She did this every single night. Weekday and weekend...didn’t she ever get tired of it?
“Well, I guess I’ll go now Nicole. It’s getting late, you best be getting to rest now.” She got up to walk away with my now empty tray.
“Wait! Eva! Tell me something...please?” I pleaded.
“Hmm, and what would that be Lady Nicole?”
“Why don’t my parents ever make contact with me?”
“Why? I—I cannot say.” Her eyes started to lose their spark. “Another day maybe, when you are older and you can handle such a thing.” With those words, she gracefully exited my room.
She sort of seemed like she was keeping some sort of secret from me. Maybe it was something big about my parents? Now I really wanted to know!
Sergio
Eva ran down the hall sobbing. I sometimes wonder about that old hag. It seems like she just came out of Nicole’s room.
I wondered up to her room only to hear her groan aloud. I knocked softly on her door before opening it without a response.
“Sergio?” She questions, spotting me come in.
“Shouldn’t kids be asleep by now? It’s already—what?—ten at night?”
“Oh, shut up! Don’t you have school tomorrow? I get to stay home and sleep in until noon for my lessons. Besides—I’m thirteen! I’m not a kid!”
“But you are not a woman either. This makes you adolance.”
“Ah! You’re despicable!”
“And you are a kid.”
Silence filled the room after that. She dropped her book and pen onto the floor beside her bed before covering herself with her covers.
I stepped towards the end of her bed and grabbed her feet—which mind you were sticking out—to drag her forcefully off the queen sized bed. She squealed.
I smirked as she fell to the floor. So what if she was always ill, that doesn’t mean she can’t play around every now and again.
“S—Stop! Cut it out! Leave me alone Sergio!” She flailed around and tried to hold onto the bed sheets.
I began tickling the soles of her feet. She burst out in laughter with a snort or two every now and then. She soon fell into a coughing fit, her face turning reddish.
“Hey, are you all right?” I asked scowling. Only now did I notice the drops of blood exiting her pinkish lips and into her open palm. “Hey! Nicole!”
I could feel my eyes widening. Why was this happening to her!? She—She’s—something is wrong with her! I—I need to call a doctor or something!
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They had kicked me out of her room to check up on her. Why am I so worried about her? Is it because her parents practically saved my life? Or is it because I’ve known her for practically my whole life?
I should probably go back to sleep...her life has been really hard after what happened to her parents. But we were sworn to secrecy by Eva. Everyone knows of it, but we are not allowed to even mention it. She has to know, she has to. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so depressed and ill. If only she had some light in her life...
Nicole
It hurt. It hurt a lot. It was hard to breath. Why? Why was I so weak all the time? Does this mean I won’t get to go to school this week? I miss my friends! I really want to go, but...I can never go in my condition. It is a hazard for my health.
“Get some rest and I’ll be back in the morning,” Doctor Nica informed.
I nodded weakly. It was the same old thing time after time. That’s how this always went down. She gave me a quick check up, some medications, and instructions on what I should do, usually the same thing “get some rest”.
I laid my head down and shut my eyes.
”Nicole! Hold up! We’re not done getting ready yet!” The twenty-three year old brunette whined.
“Ah—Marie, it’s not her fault she wants to go home to see her precious Sergio ,” the thirty year old blond pressed on.
“Mommy, Daddy! That’s no fair!” the four year old brunette complained to her parents. She began to pout with a slight blush. The couple laughed at their adorable daughter’s pouting face.
“Go play now sweetie,” Marie pushed. Nicole nodded before running off across the street towards the park. Of course the streets were usually empty in the small town they were currently vacationing at.
“Already December twenty-second and still no snow?” questions the elder man.
“It’s strange, especially in this part of the country,” agrees his wife, “maybe the first snow fall will happen tonight?”
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Marie carefully placed her daughter into her car seat, placing a kiss to her forehead.
“Marie! Everything’s all packed!” Her husband explained shutting the trunk. “Let’s go home!”
She nodded and got into the passenger seat as he entered and started the car.
Sprinkles of rain fell, soon turning into a brilliant white snow. It was light at first as they entered a nearly completely empty highway. A few minutes had passed and they could barely see their way now. Nicole had fallen asleep, unaware completely of the dangers that were spread out before them.
The car swerved on a piece of frozen piece of road. Screams were heard from the two awake.
I awoke with a jolt. Was that some sort of nightmare? I never want anything like that to happen...unless...it already happened? No, it didn’t happen. My parents...are abroad, working and ordering people around, right?
I buried my face into my hands and wept. It felt just so real...
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“Nicole,” a voice chimed from the other side of my door.
I rolled onto my side and covered my head with the covers. I stayed up most of the night thinking, so now I’m really tired and am seeking more resting time.
“Nicole! Have you taken your medication yet today?”
“Go Away!” I shout back. I doubt Eva had left, but a girl can dream right?
“Take it before ten; I’m going out to the store. Do you need anything?”
I didn’t respond. I knew she was probably scowling from behind that door of mine. It couldn’t matter less to me. It’s somewhat a routine...I was to be homeschooled today anyways.
I remained still as her footsteps slowly faded away from my room. Now what? I turned onto my right side and glanced at the wall clock. The face showing me it was nearly eight.
I sat up, grabbed the bottle and cup beside me before swallowing a pill as the label instructed. I proceeded to pull a book out from under my bed. Wonderful, I now have something to do until my tutor gets here.
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“WH—what happened?!” A shout knocked me back into reality and away from my drifting mind. I bookmark my page and let it rest in my lap before glancing over at the clock. Ten fifteen, my tutor is late today.
“But she said she was only leaving for awhile! How could this happen!?”
Mumbling voices answered back to the angered boy—man?—who has yet to stop shouting.
I strained my hearing to listen more. But the voices had softened and footsteps had wondered off.
I picked up my book again and flipped open to my spot. As soon as I read the first sentence, my bedroom door burst open with a grumbling gardener under the threshold.
“Eva got hit by a truck.”
