Never in my life had I felt so alone. James had left with Angela and Megan and I sat on the bed in the room.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried and cried. I couldn't help it I missed my father I missed my mother, what if she gets killed, what if she got killed, what if I never see her again.

All Alone I felt. My chooser was a sweet and wonderful boy; I could learn to love him.

But even learning to love him wouldn't stop the pain I felt of Aloneness and emptiness, the loss and heartache were so much.

I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest and thrown onto the ground, I felt like it was stomped into the dirt and crushed to nothing.

I'd never realized how much I loved my parents. Cooking with my mom and cleaning with her. Helping my father make small repairs around the house and helping him do the basic chores.

These were all memories though, memories I didn't want to remember but memories I didn't want to lose. Mealtime was always the best we'd laugh and talk and just spend time together as a family.

I later on my bed and looked at the Penny hanging around my neck, "Never take it off, Ever" my parents told me, but why I thought, a Penny has no worth very little.

I felt about as worthless as the penny around my neck, it would never do me any good would it, what was so important about the dumb thing.

As the memories invaded my mind the feeling of Alone only got worse and I cried myself to sleep wishing I could do something anything wishing I wasn't Alone.