Emily's POV
Present time It had been three years since he left. Right three years back this was the day when he left me to die in this ruthless world all alone.
After his death everything changed. Dad blamed me for his death. His bitter words still echoed in my ears If it wasn't for you, Christian would have never had died. You are responsible for his death. It would have been better if you had died instead of my boy.
Mom told me not to take his words seriously but deep down in my heart I knew he was only stating the truth. Maybe I was really responsible for his death. If I wouldn't have called him to pick me up or if I would have refused to eat ice-cream that day maybe he would have been alive with us right now. Heck if I even had called for help earlier maybe things would be different right now.
Dad left right after one week of Chris' death. He didn't even bother to console my mother who was still mourning over the death of her young son.
At first mom took all the responsibilities on her shoulders. She did everything to earn money for my school fee and other house expenses. But with all the tragedy that happened in our lives she was not able to continue it for long enough.
Almost after one year things changed again. She started getting drunk from the bar she worked for. She would come home all drunk and wasted. My constant attempts to make her realize that what she was doing was not getting us anywhere, failed.
Soon enough even she started blaming me for everything. She told me that I was the bad luck for this family. I was the reason Chris died and dad left. She even started bringing men to our house to fulfill her needs.
And then I realized that I was alone in this cruel world and I had to fight till the end. I would have ended my life long ago but it was because of him that I was still striving. Chris always believed in me and I couldn't let him down like this.
So what if he left me to fight all alone. So what if he is probably in a better place than me. So what if I have to get through this alone.
I will fight till my lungs give up and prove him that he was right.
Today was his third death anniversary. I got out of my bed and took a shower and got ready to pay a visit at his grave.
As soon as I went downstairs I found my mom sitting at the kitchen counter drinking coffee and reading newspapers.
She probably doesn't even remember.
As I was about to grab a granola bar only then did she notice my presence "Are you going somewhere?" she asked taking a sip of her coffee.
Starting an argue with her at this point was the last thing I wanted to do. But the way she asked me proved that she didn't even remember her own son's death anniversary that made me want to yell at her.
"You don't remember, do you?" I asked as I walked past her towards the door.
"What am I supposed to remember?"
"Seriously, mom? You don't even remember your own son's death anniversary. How low are you planning to stoop?"
Something crossed her emotions that I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of remorse and......realization? But not a second later it was covered by the usual coldness in her eyes.
I came out and headed towards the cemetery without waiting for her to reply.
As I was walking I saw the backside of the house opposite to my house and I found myself thinking about the boy who probably had my nudes.
My cheeks turned beetroot red at the thought of it. I wondered what would happen if he decided to post it on the Internet. Or what if he already did?
Not that I was having an IPhone X to find out the truth.
Oh boy what am I going to do?