"Mom! Mom! I got accepted into Preston High!" I run downstairs with excitement to the kitchen where my mom is preparing dinner.

"Oh my god, sweetie. Really?!" I nod my head vigorously with a huge smile on my plump face that's framed by my brown curls, my eyes glistening brightly. "Oh, I'm so happy for you! I knew you would get in!" She hugs me and kisses me tediously.

I laugh. "Geez, mom. I get it. You can stop now."

"I'm just so proud of you. All of your hard work has finally gotten you into your dream school! Wait till your dad hears about this." As she says that, my dad comes back from work and walks into the kitchen with his coat in his hands.

"Hear about what, Michelle?" He lays his coat onto a chair, comes to me with a smile on his face, and cups my face with both his hands. "Hello, my little hard worker. What's going on here? What is mom talking about?" I wave the acceptance letter in front of his face. "What?! No way! You got accepted to Preston High?!" he questions with a shocked expression on his face.

"That's right, Logan, and she did it by working hard every day." My dad hugs me so tight that I feel like my skeleton will slip right out of my body.

"What's all the ruckus in here about?" My brother walks into the kitchen scratching his head.

"Your sister just got into her dream school!" my parents reply at the same time.

We all laugh at their good timing. "Well, that's absolutely great, Vi. I'm happy for you, but mom, where's dinner? I'm hungry."

"Oh right, I'll quickly finish cooking. Owen, help your sister set up the table." He groans.

"Owen, it's a special night for your sister. Just help her," my dad says sternly.

He sighs. "Fine. Vi, you can wipe down the table, I'll get the dishes." I send an 'Okay' to him and get the table rag then start wiping down our dinner table. We have a vivacious and delicious dinner before going to bed.

"Guess what, Violet?" My mom enters the room with a smile on her face.

"What, mom?"

She sits on my bed. "I got us concert tickets to your favorite boy band, BTS!" She shows me the tickets.

"WHAT?! SHUT UP!" I squeal with joy whilst jumping on my bed. "No way! Oh my God, thank you so much, mom! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I hug her tightly, and we both giggle.

"Okay, I know you're excited, but if you don't get some sleep, you won't be able to keep your eyes open through the whole concert so get some sleep," she says, petting my head.

"Okay! Night, mom." I slip in between the blanket and the mattress, ready to sleep.

"Goodnight, Violet." She kisses me on the forehead then turns off the lights and leaves.

The next day, I wake up very early and wear my BTS, fangirl merchandise downstairs to breakfast. My mom is flipping pancakes on the stove, and the whole house is filled with the sweet aroma of maple syrup on freshly made, hot pancakes. "Looks like someone's up early. I wasn't going to wake you up until half an hour later." My mom smiles then resumes to making pancakes. My dad's sipping coffee in his mug and reading the newspapers, and my brother is playing a game on his phone, waiting for breakfast.

"I was too excited to sleep for any longer! I still can't believe we're going to a BTS concert!"

"Well, you better believe it, Violet, because I bought it with my money. You deserved it for working so hard every day," my dad replies.

"Thank you, dad! Is everybody going?" My mom sets a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Mmm! This smells divine!" I dig into it.

"No, Owen is not going with us," my mom replies to my question. "Your dad is coming with us because he is intrigued." She sighs.

"What? I want to know why so many people praise them. I mean their tickets are expensive, and they sell out quick. They have an entire fan base. I just want to see just how good they are myself." My mom and I laugh at my dad.

"Mom, dad, it's 10:30! We've gotta hurry! Let's go!" I finish my pancakes and put on my shoes at the door.

"Okay. Owen, make sure you eat breakfast, and we'll be back before you know it," my mom says, and he waves his hand at us with his eyes glued to his phone. We get into the car and start our journey towards the destination. I play a few BTS songs, like DNA and Idol, on my phone, jamming to them hardcore in the back seat. "You can't stop me loving myself! Oh, oh, ooh, oh! Oh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh!" While I'm singing the lyrics of 'Idol', my dad turns on the radio. "There was a hit and run on Maywood Avenue, and the police are chasing the suspect on a high-speed car chase. For those who are driving close to New Lane, please take a detour to avoid any inconveniences."

"Sounds like we gotta take a detour, Michelle. Do you have a GPS?" My dad drives to the nearest, one-way exit to take a detour, but just as he turns, a car comes towards us at full speed. Everything is so quick that I don't even remember what happens after that. My vision just goes black, and I fall unconscious. *Quickly....her....she's losing too much blood....we need....a surgery....* I remember hearing people shouting. I try my best to pry my eyes open. Everything is blurry. I turn my head to the scene of the incident. I see my mom and dad in the front seats of the disarranged car; their faces tainted with streaks of bright red blood. My stomach is churning, and I feel some bitter bile in my throat. It's hard to keep my eyes open, so I give in to the sleepiness.

. . .

*Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep* There are rustling sounds. I slowly open my eyes to see a white ceiling. I look to my left and see a figure; it turns around, and it turns out to be my brother.

"VIOLET?! NURSE! NURSE! MY SISTER WOKE UP!" A lady rushes in with a man in a white coat, and he shines a light into my eyes.

"Seems like her vitals are normal now. We'll come back in later to do a checkup," the lady says, and the two of them leave as quickly as they come in.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You're in the hospital, Vi," Owen answers, holding my hand.

"Why am I in the hospital?....." Then it dawns on me, the fact that we got into a car accident. My eyes go wide, and I try to sit up, but Owen pushes me back down into the bed.

"You can't get up right now, Violet!" I breathe rapidly, my head spinning and hurting.

Then, I remember seeing my parents' horrifying faces, "Owen! Mom and dad! Are they okay?! Please tell me they're okay!" I cry out and claw onto his shirt.

His eyes shift down, not wanting to meet mine. I lose all my strength. No way they're dead, right? That can't be. Please, they can't be dead. Please, no! My brother looks at me with sorrowful eyes, seeing my face portraying what I think is the reality of what happened to our parents. My eyes swell up, tears overflowing. A billion emotions rampaging through my head. I can't believe they're dead. My mom and dad are dead, and it's all because of me! It's all because of me wanting to see that stupid concert. If I didn't want to go, they wouldn't have bought the tickets, and we wouldn't have gotten into the accident! Not being able to take the terrifying news, I faint.

"Violet!" he shouts, and everything goes black again.

The next day, I wake up to eat. Owen gets me a few sandwiches to fill my empty stomach. Realizing I don't even know what day it is, I ask, "Owen, what day is it?"

He looks at his watch. "It's the 14th of October."

"What?! You mean I've been asleep for two months?!" I ask in complete shock.

"You were in a coma since you damaged your head." So mom and dad have been dead for two months. I can't believe how it must've been for Owen to receive news that we got into an accident that day. Then it hits me! The school has already started. They probably gave away my spot!

"Owen! The school! What about my school?!" I ask frantically.

"Don't worry, Vi. I contacted them, and they understood our situation. They're saving your spot until you're ready to attend," he replies, calming me down. At least one thing is still good, but I don't think I will ever be the same again without my parents. That goes for my brother too. How will we survive? I hope we're going to be okay.

"Oh, yeah. Aunt Carrie got contacted about this incident too. She'll be taking care of us from now on, so she'll be moving in with us," he informs me.

'Okay' is all I can say. A few days later, I left the hospital, and Aunt Carrie moved in with us then I started school. Everything was monotonous to me. I sat alone at lunch the first week but made a friend along the way. The days went by fast, and I started getting nightmares of the incident. The faces of my parents have scarred my life, and I get insomnia often.

I was once a vivacious and extroverted girl before my parents died, but now, I've become introverted and monotonous. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm a lifeless body capsule. It's just, nothing seems right to me anymore. I still smile and laugh at times or go out with my friend, but nothing feels right anymore. Without my parents, who I've been so close with since birth, everything is empty. I can no longer feel the love I once felt whenever they were around, and it feels as if there's a hole in my heart.