Creative Writing,  My Writing

Vicissitude 1

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Hmmm, a new post on a Friday. Feels odd, but good. Mostly good. So, as I mentioned earlier in the week, Fridays is basically going to be dedicated to writing. And I’m starting here with characters that I had mostly forgotten about because it’s been just under a year since I first thought them up, but then I got an idea for something and I couldn’t figure out what characters they used until it hit me whilst I was going to through sorting out all my books and found the notebook that contained them. 

Turns out there is quite the bit of material in that notebook and so I am doing something with it. I am also really regretting called the Snapshot Series that because now I need a new title for this and suckishly for me ‘Snapshot’ would also work perfectly…I am going to change the name of this, because this is the worst title ever, but it’s a holding one while I think of one that doesnt’t totally suck (more than this one). Enough rambling, I’m just gonna get on with it. Oh and yeah, these characters have showed up here before, I’ll link to where at the end.

I was 29 when my world was turned upside down. When it was turned into one of accidental structure and lack of sleep. One where there was no bigger adult to turn to help for in times of desperate trouble.

I was 3:30am when the call came in. Most people would say the unexpected noise of their phone ringing before an alarm would startle them awake and instantly send chills down their spine. I wan’t even woken up by the call. It didn’t even occur to me that 3:30 in the morning was an odd time to receive a call. The chills hit me when I realised that it was a with held number calling me. There are very few phone calls that I would be receiving at that time that were full of good news.

I was right.

Head on collision. Died on impact.

All 4 passengers across two vehicles.

And just like that I was an orphan.

And so were my four siblings.

Everything slowed down to a blur as the doctor on the other end of the phone explained what had happened. I know that sounds like the biggest cliché going, but it’s how it happened.

It was like a thick grey fog fell over everything and the blood in my veins had turned to ice. I was sat listening to the dull din of the voice on the other end of the line feeling totally paralysed. Like a dead weight falling into a black hole.

And then the doctor said ‘we’re in the process of sorting out temporary care for your brothers and sisters’. The fog didn’t clear by any means but there was a single moment of clarity in there. 16, 8, 7, 11 months. That’s how old my siblings were. And as orphaned as I was, in that moment it was probably worse for them.

Before I even knew what I was saying I said “send them here” an was reeling off my address to this stranger who felt it necessary to call me at 3:30 in the morning and tell me that my parents had died a quick, but probably painful, death just hours earlier. While I had been having dinner with my friends my parents had been living out their last moments.

By 5:30 I had set up an extra bed in my sister’s room that would have to do until I figured out how exactly to handle my new reality. I didn’t know how I was going to handle the baby yet, not quite sure how far along in the being alive process an 11 month old is, but I pushed the panic aside.

At 6am there was a know on the door and I put on my brave face. When I opened the door I was greeted by two sleepy kids and a teenage girl visibly trying not to cry while clutching her sleeping baby brother to her chest.

That was the point my world turned upside down.

The moment I realised that no matter what, looking after those 4 kids was my life now.

Parentheses count: 1. See you tomorrow!

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