I no longer give a damn

Elena Pov.

I sat on Vince's bed not knowing what exactly to do or think any more. I have been sitting here for the last number of hours since I found out about the death of Vincent. I didn't give a damn any more about other people in the house could say. Even if it meant insulting me like they usually do, I don't care any more. 

I was holding a photo of Vincent that is always on the side of his bed. With that smile that never left his face. The most jolly person that I know.

I cannot help but imagine about how my Vincent perished in that damn accident. It is said the cab he was riding in got into an accident that didn't leave him( Vincent ) and the driver . He was only a few meters to the hospital where he had done his internship. 

How I wish I was there to give him one more hug..at least the last hug until we meet again. How could I not. If it was not for that Lance who tried to rape me , he could perhaps be alive. Tears roll down my eyes as I think and regret about all that has happened.

" Open up!" I hear mom roar while banging on the door .She has always forbidden me from coming in here...but I don't care about anything at this point. 

I ignored her anger and continued embracing the photo of my guardian Angel . The only of my family members who has loved me unconditionally. One who has loved like I deserve to be loved. I had lost my only jewelry and the rest didn't matter to me. It meant nothing to me now.

" Open up my  baby's bedroom " mom shouted again. I know she is not feigning it now. Both mom and dad have always loved Vincent best .they love him most and the two never hide it from any of us. 

I slowly with my painful legs moved towards the door opening up still with Vince's picture embraced tightly at my heart. I was not going to let anyone take it from me since they were not going to remain with anything else of Vince. So this was my remembrance 

" what are you doing in my son's bedroom? " mom who is already crying says as she pushes me to one side heading into the bedroom. She moves onto the bed willing so much. I look at her feeling pity . I know for the first  time we are having the same problem . I look at her for some time and decide to go near her hesitating at first but then move towards her holding her hand .

" it will be okay mom" I say softly yo her. The way she is crying, I am sure she will get a serious headache at the end of the day.

After some time of comforting her , she is able to keep quiet. 

The rest of the day, there was a somber mood at home. So sad. Every one for the first time seemed to be annoyed. This is too much. 

Every one was minding their own business .No one cared to torture me the way they did. I just was not myself . I cried yo an extent that I could not cry any more.I was able to keep the photo of Vincent together with the letter that he had written to me this very morning. I wondered how this life can be. You never expect what is going to happen to you. I kept thinking about how my life is going to be from now on. Without Vincent, I just don't know what awaits me.

The following day, there were many people who came to carry out the vigil . Vincent's body was brought by the funeral services. For the first time, I was not meant to do so much work, there were many of our relatives who came by to do all the work. 

I was a walking zombie the whole of the day. Vincent was finally laid to rest in the family graveyard in the ranch. I cried at the thought of not seeing him again. 

To make matters worse, the next days that followed, Vincent's bedroom was cleared of all that belonged to him packing every thing in boxes . This was a signal that he was gone for gone. I knew that all the dreams I thought that one day I could go away from here, it was not going to happen. I was going to live like this the rest of my life.

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