Where Did The Raven Fly?

Chapter 1: Lemonade

     They always said when life gives you lemons make lemonade. That always meant to me that I had to make the best of what I had in life. How was I supposed to live life without my parents and #1 best friend?

    February 28th, 2010. That is the date my parents died. No one expected them to steer off the cliff during winter when the roads where icy. "They had chains on their tires and there are gates on the side. How is it possible?". That was all I heard. Behind the cameras flashing and the news anchors begging me to let them interview, no one really saw the breaking of my heart and the ending of my world. No one looked at the girl whose whole view on life became distorted because of the tragedies that happened to unfold to quickly. No one saw... And no one listen... And no one heard. The tiny heart beat of a raven that was wishing to stop.

   I remembered it all. Sitting on Grandma's  porch in the summer, sipping on ice-cold lemonade that was as fresh as a sunrise. Curled up in the rocking chair with a book in my hand. "DON'T Think DON'T Think", yeah don't judge I tried to ignore my urge to cry over my parents death even though it has been 6 years. But everything I looked at reminded me of them. The way the trees swayed suddenly became connected to how my dad rocked on his heels when he was nervous. I tried to push memories to the back of my head and bury them with distractions to quiet my pain just because their last breath took a toll on my life.

  I had no one to talk to. I moved to my Grandma's after the death and I didn't bother making friends at my new school, Parkerson High. Someone researched me and rumors began to spread like wildfire. Hushed whispers in the hall whenever I occupied them made me avoid people whenever and wherever. "It's the cliff jumper girl" was a very phrase that I became used to after hearing it so much. Only giving me more reason to go home quick and stay in class during lunch and breaks.

  I had friends, once upon a time, but life had hit me with a large brick. My #1 best friend Quincy Talnermore committed suicide two years ago. And that was when I gave up on everything I stood for. Quincy never told me of the depression she went through and she hid the abuse her father did to her. I only learned after the fact on how bad Quincy's dad was to her. But it explained her practically living at my old house which she had her own room in. She was an actress or well.. She dreamed of it, so when it came down to me pestering her with questions, she had the best act to cover up the pain she dealt with emotionally and physically. I felt like I failed her. She was discovered on March 5, 2014 in her bathroom with cuts so deep that the knife probably touched the bone. She bleed to death with tears streaked down her face in a bath tub filled with red liquid. On the sink was a long letter addressed to me and me only. And the sad part about it was I found her after breaking her dads tiny apartment door down after receiving a sobbing but no words call from her. Only in the letter did she pour out her hearts content and true feelings. She told me of what her dad has done and as I dialed 911 I wished I could've saved her even if it meant ending my own life for the sake of hers. Her dad, of course, went to prison with a life sentence after being convicted of murder and child abuse. Her mother was out of the picture. A lunatic drug addict who prostituted to get money for her next shoot up the arm. And as I sat down in the bathroom, screaming my heart out for help and for Quincy to come alive.. I realized.

  If life gave me lemons. It sure as hell made the most bitter lemonade.

Okay that was my first chapter (: and I hoped you guys enjoyed. I am going to update on this story a lot and I am very excited for what
it is going to become. Thank you for reading and come again <3

-Sydney Johnson